Every time I used to run on the Hudson I felt like I was revisiting an old friend.  I have always loved returning to my original running zone and telling it stories about everything that’s happened in my life since my last visit.

Just to be clear: I don’t actually TALK.  I’m not retarded.  Its more of an internal conversation.

Today I didn’t want to “talk”.  I’m over you Hudson.  I’m over your expensive bullshit and your beautiful expansions and your oversized gym and retarded movie trailers and lunch spreads.  I’m over the CSI intern circus, running around like the coffee they are holding is about to save someone’s life.  I’ve had so many fantasies about running into one of those bullshit, frantic teenagers.

I’m OVER you Hudson.

I’m over your bullshit.

And, yes I MIGHT always love you a LITTLE bit.. BUT I’m no longer interested in looking back.  There are so many places in this world and I think it’s time I find a new favorite route.

It’s not prospect park – I’m pretty sure of that…

I’m not sure where in the world it is… but I can’t wait to figure it out