Sunday was a beautiful day in New York. I decided that I should enjoy it by going for a run in Central Park. I jogged around the reservoir whilst avoiding running into tourists taking selfies, although I’m sure there is a very nice Asian family with a blur of a black chick running through their family photo somewhere out there. Anyway though, I remembered there being this really pretty angel statue at the foot of a huge set of stairs, so I ventured off to find it. I think that stairs are the perfect workout. I’m no fitness instructor, but I feel like you get cardio and a butt lift all in one, so I try to force myself to run stairs whenever I can.
As I’m walking I see about four or five different brides taking pictures in their white gowns. Initially I was thinking “oh how nice for them,” and then I started thinking “ok it’s time for me to go.” I’m just way too single to be in the midst of all that without feeling a way. So I find the statue and the stairs, but they are full of spectators looking at street performers. Clearly the second part of my workout is not going to happen so I go down to at least get a picture of the angel statue so this walk wasn’t a complete waste of time. I have my earphones in blasting some sort of ratchet southern music so I can’t hear much of anything, but I somehow hear someone say “excuse me.” I turn around and there is a guy getting one knee to propose to his girlfriend and I was all in the way. Embarrassed, I apologized and scooted out of the way as a homeless man laughed a toothless laugh at me while he put his feet in the fountain. I concluded my work out for the day and went home, but anyway here’s a picture of what I now know to be called the Bethesda Fountain and some other random Central Park observations.