Jogging at the park

Downtown from Central Park

The good part about retaining some sort of mild jet lag is that we can get up at 6h50 and be awake enough to go jogging in the park (sorry, The Park) by 7h30. While my running performance is up to my usual low standard (ever since my very first running performance ever…), the scenery is stunningly beautiful, and the september sun paints a gorgeous light on the cityscape.

Left: Joggers in Central Park – Right: Marion (in pink) running around the pond 

I left Marion to do a couple more laps around the pond (one was enough for my poor appendages) and ran back through the 3 blocks that separate our apartment from the park (yup, thoroughly spoiled, we are!) realising that even a city like New York suffers from the Sunday morning syndrome. Stores are closed (for once!), the streets are more or less empty, the cars are so few and far apart that the swiss in me can safely cross on a red light (not that I truly had serious qualms on that regard), and there is a quiet in the city that we had not yet seen around here!

The city might never sleep, but the people in it sure seem to like their lazy mornings in bed!