Splish-splash

It was finally cool enough outside to go running. The catch? Huge lightning-and-thunderstorm. Actually, running through what began as puddles, and what, as I went down the steps from the Reservoir, turned into a full-fledged waterfall, was lots of fun. Once I started to think about what's probably dissolved in NYC's opaque puddles, and thus swishing around in my sneakers, it started to seem less appealing. I was able to suspend these thoughts long enough to finish the run and head straight for the shower. My discman may not recover.