I confess I have been seeing another park. For a couple of days I was (literally) lost in the charms of a rival to the Heath.
But, no. I didn’t go all the way. There was no way I was going to swim in that algae-infested water.
Central Park was lovely without the crowds of summer but still basking in October sunshine. Running there is much more varied than I had expected, though no hills, of course.
For some reason my sense of direction deserted me and I ended up going in elegant circles. It may have been the jet lag.
In the evening there was more infidelity. I went to see Jeff Goldblum play a philandering politician wrecking his marriage and family in Domesticated at the Lincoln Center Theatre.
He should have gone running more.