Snow Bombs and Pimsleur in the Park

I woke up too early, again. I tried Pimsleur lesson 17 (Level I), but was doing so horribly that I stopped after less than 10 minutes. I decided to save it for later, for a walk, to see if the exercise would stimulate my brain.

In the afternoon I made my way through Central Park to the New York Road Runners Club, on East 89th, to pick up my race number for tomorrow’s Al Gordon 4-miler in Prospect Park. Central Park was filled with snow and sledders. Wet slush plopped on my head from the trees overhead, a steady fall of soft snow bombs.

It was cute, but really, I have had enough of this whole winter thing.

At first, walking did not seem to help all that much with my Pimsleur performance, but I kept at it, and eventually I did better. The moral being, I shouldn’t give up.

Tonight was the last night of Brandt’s one-man show, and it was amazing. The best of the nine performances in this run. He got a standing ovation.