Sunday the fella and I dropped the Girl Child off at Penn Station for her train back to New Jersey, and it was early so I knew I wanted to stay outside as long as possible because 1. It was really beautiful out, even despite being a tad overcast, and 2. I wanted to log a good, long walk in My Fitness Pal.
Which, by the way, I’ve now logged onto 17 days in a row, thankyouverymuch!
In case you’re scoffing, “Oh, big deal, you walked through a park,” I shall repeat myself:
We walked through all of Central Park.
That’s 843 acres.
2.5 miles long between 59th Street and 110th Street.
0.5 miles wide from Fifth Avenue to Central Park West.
By our calculations because of the bevy of looping and twisting paths within the park and the extra blocks once we exited it, we know we walked at least 73 total blocks – and a few more miles.
I have to say that during our walk, it didn’t really seem like a major undertaking, even walking up the many hills Frederick Law Olmstead and Calvert Vaux were clearly so fond of.
Maybe it was because of how gorgeous it was that day, the fact that I spied a lot of pretty blooms popping up here and there, the charming company (of which I am biased about) and the fact that no matter how many times you walk through the park, you can always discover something new, be it some unexpected waterfalls right there smack dab in the middle of Manhattan (I know, right?!), a completely undeveloped path that reminds me of the woods I grew up in in Pennsylvania or an intriguing path that winds under a beautiful stone bridge.
I love walking through New York, it’s truly the best kind of exercise, and now that I’m being seriously mindful of the food I eat, and tracking it and the walks I take on lunch and after work on MFP, I know I’m on the right path, one that will have great results at last.