Marathon training – now up to 38-plus miles per week – tests your mind as well as your body. On my runs through Brooklyn and Manhattan, especially on the one day a week that I put on extra miles (this week I’m up to 14 miles per long run; I plan to bump that up a mile or so every week for the next eight weeks before Boston), I see the darnedest things:
On Sixth Avenue in Brooklyn at about 22nd Street, a modest two-story whose shoulder-height eaves are post-holiday decorated with several incredibly lifelike icicles that only reveal themselves as fakes under close inspection.
In Brooklyn Heights, a skinny girl with long hair struggling to carry a Zappos box that’s half her size.
