Today I did one of the stupidest things I think I've ever done; I went running in the middle of the day in humid 88° heat with no money and no metro card.
I thought it was gonna be a quick run. I was going to go from my place on 139th to the George Washington Bridge on 180th and then back home. Unfortunately, sometime before getting to the bridge my system gave out, and I started feeling weak and nauseouss. I should have just turned around and headed home, but I was too excited about seeing the little red lighthouse under the bridge. I started walking. I must say, the lighthouse was definitely worth it. But after seeing it, I definitely would have been wiser to just go home.
Unfortunately the George Washington Bridge area was just too neat. I had to go exploring. There were all these cool abandoned passageways and tunnels where bums live at night. It was way too fascinating to pass up. At that point I was so thirsty that I thought I'd better get some fluid before heading home. I thought I was close to Sarah and Megan's house up by the Cloisters. Certainly they could give me some refreshment, I thought to myself. I think I was in fact near by, but of course I had to get lost on the way there. By the time I got to their house there was nobody home. No water. No rest. No air-conditioning. It was then that I realized I was going to have to walk 38 blocks to get home. I would have ended up a skeleton on the sidewalk had it not been for running into a group of ten missionaries on the street doing their tracting. They lifted my spirits, and I made it home alive.
MORAL OF THE STORY: Never, ever leave your subway card at home. Even if you have no pockets. Slip it in your underwear if you have to. Just don't leave it. Not unless you want to join me for Super Stupid Run 2006½. You can get a head start. I'll be over here by the air conditioner.