Over eight million people live in the city of New York, and approximately all of them were standing in between me and Central Park on my run today. Holy God.
But I made it there. My route took me past a Guggenheim Museum swathed entirely in scaffolding ("Exterior restoration in progress." You don't say.) and some two-foot-wide Cat in the Hat-striped pipes sticking out of the middle of streets at crazy angles, pouring out steam and looking an awful lot like something out of Brazil. It also took me past a number of extraordinarily brave human beings known as "bike messengers".
I've only been here for three hours and I already feel woefully unpolished. After I push this build, maybe I'll go get a manicure.