The temperature in New York has plummeted, finally. I've been waiting for a nice cold snap. I'm used to them from back home, and I love the feeling of bundling up to face the icy wind outside. I love cuddling on the sofa indoors wrapped in sweaters, blankets and a furry cat.
I'm not too keen on running in it, though. I've finally joined that runners group in Brooklyn. True to form, I manage to do it on one of the most uncomfortable weeks of the year (weather-wise). Still, I'd rather freeze than overheat any day.
The group meets in the evening after work and last night I could literally feel the temperature dropping with every passing minute as I waited for people to show up.
Only two did.
I guess only the hearty or fool-hearty would venture out when the mercury drops into single digits. The run, although tiring was a blast. Runners love to talk, to gossip, and to tell stories. That's one of the reasons I love being a part of a group, it allows me to run without really thinking I'm actually in pain up that mile long hill on the back stretch with the freezing wind pelting my face.
OK, maybe I did feel a bit of that, but at least I was entertained all the while.
Turns out I was running with two former pro-athletes. One, a pro-soccer player from Mexico who retired and began running marathons at 38, (he's now on his 10th), and the other a retired pro-tennis player who began running at 34 and is now somewhere in his 50's.
Yeah, you laugh, you think, ha! Ldbug can only run with old men, she's so out of shape. Trust me, you'd weep to try and keep up with these guys. They're fit, fast and both look at least 10-20 years younger than they are. I idolize people like that!
Anyway, I managed to keep up for 4.5 mi, then headed off home. This was my second, fairly intense run of the week, so I'm a little sore and tired when I get home. I shower, eat some dinner and retire a little later than I should've onto my ever deflating air-mattress.
'Clank-clang, hissssssssssssss ---- bang'
I wake up about 4am when the heat turns on. We live in an old brownstone, and the heat comes from radiators. Very loud
My room is small, and there is one radiator in there. A very loud, very loud radiator. Now as much as I love heat in the winter, I cherish sleep more. But unfortunately, it seems I can't have both.
The radiator in the living room (close to my bedroom door) likes to have a nice, metallic conversation with the radiator in my room. Between the two of them I'm woken up when the heat kicks on, which it does about every hour in the early morning, for about 5-10 minutes.
I think the land-lady has a schedule on the heat. The heat is low during the day, off for late night hours, then on for mornings and evenings.
Used to be the heat would wake me up around 7:30am, but with the cold, it's on a lot earlier. There was one night early this week when the heat didn't kick on, but the temperature dropped. So I froze all night long. The land-lady must've adjusted it after that to compensate.
To freeze or to wake up with a start to constant clanging. Not sleep because I'm freezing or because of noise.
I think I'd rather freeze.