Lots of off-treadmill walking this weekend in the City that Never Sleeps.
There is such really great walking there even in the rainy weather.
Why am I willing to walk for miles there and not mind it a bit when I hesitate and will take a cab in Mytown?
Is it the endless things to see and smell and taste in New York City?
Or does it just feel like vacation there with no place I must be?
I got back on the treadmill today at home:
2.56 miles. 48 minutes. Partial viewing of Gangs of New York.
Glad I visited the big apple in 2010 instead of in Leonardo DiCaprio's days there.
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