Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Long time caller, first time listener.

Or something like that.

After my harrowing time at the Buffalo Half Marathon (it's too soon to write about it now), I've finally started running again.

Supposedly, the Brooklyn Bridge has been where it is for some time. And with its pleasant hills and comfy wooden pedestrian lane, I am glad I found it.

Now if only I could do something about all those tourists, standing inattentive, their bodies crumpled in absurd photographing poses.