A week ago if you asked why I was coming to New York City I would have said, â€œfor a raceâ€. And I would have mentioned how I was in no way anxious to return to the city. Sitting on the Supershuttle in traffic (which is a story all its own) I started getting this familiar feeling in my stomach. Sort of a warm sensation â€“ sort of likeâ€¦ â€œOh my god!â€ I thought, â€œI was homesick for New York City?! How can that be? When you lived here there was no to escape from the city, itâ€™s big and crowded and busy and, and, and full of interesting people, and good food, and fun things to doâ€¦ BEN â€“ STOP IT!!!â€ I fought it, but clearly my love of New York City had to come back out sometime. The four years I spent here were really memorable (and hard and tiring â€“ an engineering degree and Division I swimming is no cake walk), but I never got to live in the City without a hundred responsibilities ensuring that I never had time to live it up. When I moved away I tried to find someplace way less busy with way more outdoor stuff to do: Hawaii. Itâ€™s really good to be back in New York City.
Iâ€™m staying on the upper east side at a home stay, which is a real treat. Actually, Iâ€™m staying in the apartment, but the rest of the family is gone. Iâ€™d say Iâ€™m alone, but youâ€™re never alone in New York. After my three hour shuttle ride into Manhattan from the airport (They used to call it Super Slow Shuttle, and, while none of their customers complained, they also had very few customers.) I had dinner with my old swim coach, Jim Bolster, and went to bed. My mind was so full restless. This city just has so much energy! Iâ€™ve heard that strong thoughts can effect physical surroundings (the law of attraction) â€“ if true, the stray thoughts alone in New York City can induce greatness for anyone that pays attention.
I awoke at 5:30 and ran across central park to Columbia University. Back at my old pool Ijoined a group of triathletes for a swim workout coached by the Columbia Menâ€™s Swimming Assistant Coach, Erik Scheingoltz. Eric started at Columbia in 2001, which is the same year that I came to New York. This, however, is Ericâ€™s last month with Columbia Swimming. Heâ€™s taken a job as a head coach across the river in New Jersey. (I forget the name of the school, but when I remember Iâ€™ll update this.) Weâ€™ll really miss him.
In the afternoon I went for a bike ride though the park. I was really excited to see the power data from my new Quarq Cinqo, but my Garmin Edge 705 must have been turned on in my bag because the battery only lasted five minutes into the ride. ARGHH!!