These are some thoughts I repeatedly have while running through New York City. Enjoy!
Ugh what is that smell… I swear everyday is trash day.
IS THAT A DEAD RAT omg omg don’t look don’t look… ew ew ew…
Why is that biker on the pedestrian side of the bridge… wrong side dude…
I wonder if I’ll make that light… if I start sprinting now I’ll get there just as it turns yellow… HELL YES I made it.
That car BETTER not turn into me as I’m crossing the street.
Oh that would make a really nice picture… should I get my phone out… nah.
I never noticed that graffiti before. I wonder what it means.
Does this person not realize there’s a runner right behind them trying to get by… move dude.
Wow that restaurant smells so good… now I’m hungry.
Ugh I totally could have crossed the street. Now I have to wait for all these cars to pass… dammit.
How are those runners running so fast… I wish I could run like that.
Oh cool new restaurant opening! Gotta remember to Yelp it later.
I hate all these runners running downhill toward me, so smug and speedy. Don’t they see how much pain I’m in??!
How the hell did that mile take me 11 minutes?? I gotta speed up!
Woah I ran that mile in 8:30? I’m on fire!
Oh my god I love this song. I wish I could dance and run at the same time.
Am I in the bike lane or the pedestrian lane? Oh god, the bikers are gonna hate me.
I wonder if other runners are critiquing my form.
I can’t wait to eat after this.
