After sleeping in until 10am Sunday morning at my brothers townhome in Brooklyn, I woke my brother Philip up, and we then ate a little bowl of cereal to prepare for our run. I was excited to get out and run yes, but moreso, to get out and see the city of which he now lives. Also, a run with my brother is always special.
We started off down from his residence, at a slow comfortable pace and headed south-west toward the water. After half a mile of so of passing smaller brownstone houses, we suddenly passed, what my brother called, the mafia houses. Yes, stand alone houses in over the top decor, out of nowhere. After climbing down some stairs to the next street, we were almost at the water. We turned left and started running down from a peir with a beautiful view of Lower Manhattan which would now be at our backs. We were on a bike and walking designated path, with benches lined down the road for as far as we went. After curing around south and east along the water, we saw the Verrazona Bridge and ran towards it. Once we were under it, we turned around and headed back, this time with the cool breeze in our face, and the sun at our back - and the City view in front of us. A very pretty run. Before we got to the turn around spot, Philip tried to peel off and say he wasn't going to run as far, but I was able to easily talk him into it. When we made our turn it was exactly 26 mins into the run. We kept the pace going back steady, but picked it up the last mile. Philip was able to hang no problem. Not bad for him, as his runs have just been every now and then, and really no longer than 2 miles. Guy is good!
When we reached the pier, we decied to rest, as I wanted to take in the view. We cooled down back to his place and called it 6.5+ miles in around 53 mins.
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