8/6 Finally figured out how to rent three Citibikes together. Took them up the river side – it was already dark – to the Little Red Lighthouse. Bumpy ride, the bikes rattling like New York City cabs. 

That endless path with its endless succession of elements. The downward slope through the park from Riverside Drive, the long-stretched rectangle up to the Cherry Walk, and the winded curves of that. The alley that climbs up to the only elevated point of the path, and then leads down to West Harlem Piers.

I guess because I ran this route so many times, and always faced the decision of whether I wanted to push for yet another stretch of the route, is why I remember all of these individual elements so well. Here comes that curve, here comes that marker on the road, here comes that streetlight, here comes that rock that I would set my foot on before turning back on the 11-mile run.