On Saturday, a day that was ridiculousy hot, I ran from my apartment across the Brooklyn Bridge. According to Google Maps, the trip was about 3.6 miles total, but I think the last bit I walked after picking up milk, eggs, and a melon assortment. I am pleased with having done it, and I will now be willing to run more- I am glad I'm now in good enough shape for this.
On a logistical level, this was a challenge. I was holding on to my keys for dear life, and I succeeded in not letting them slip through my fingers and onto the roadway or into the east river. I probably need some easy way to carry a few things (stuffing a $20 bill in my sock seemed needlessly cruel to the cashier who accepted my money).
I think I also need new shoes (cue my mom singing the new shoes song).