Running a good pace on Manhattan streets is no mindless trot. And it makes sense, doesn’t it, I mean it’s understandable that most pedestrians are inclined to be on the lookout for fellow walking folk on city sidewalks, not necessarily food-delivery bike guys, or up tempo runners like me. It makes for defensive running – and varies the step, which in the end might be what the doctor ordered for me, in terms of managing my consistent (but oh so much less than last year) foot pain.
Have you ever watched as a smartphone user power-walking along, not paying any attention to where they are going, collide full-force in the face with a lamp standard or signpost? I saw one guy literally staggered by the blow to the head. I swear the impact of the collision should’ve knocked him out. I asked if he was okay, and for a moment anyway, he turned away from his iPhone long enough to say, “These phones are going to be the death of me.”
Not that there is anything wrong with that. That is as long as he doesn’t take anyone else with him.
(Me, I remain a Luddite holdout. My "tablet" discovery is the iPad-sized Moleskine notebook with a spine so flexible and durable that it makes for the most efficient subway writing imaginable !!)
