Static Stats:
Running: very little all week (bad cold)
Weather: amazing
Behavior: not so good
Well kids, I've done it again. You may recall earlier in the year that I uttered the unutterable at a person from the parks department who was wearing a uniform. Well, I am once again ashamed of my mouth.
What you non-new yorkers don't understand is that every day in NYC is like being stuck in afternoon traffic. People are annoying, people cut you off, run into your "bumper" without saying a simple "excuse me", people talk on their phones/type on their blackberry without paying attention to anything else, you actually get cut off by cars making left turns while you have the walk sign, pushing occurs, other people's body odor infuses your nostrils, your stuck inhaling cigarette smoke because construction on a street has you walking in line where there is no room to pass and sometimes other people's bodily fluids end up on you. Don't even get me started on the influx of tourists, the horse drawn carriages, the bikes for rent and the pedicabs. (can you tell I live in mid town?) Believe it or not I have left something out.
In the above rant, I failed to mention the film crews and their egotistical belief that the streets of NYC belong to them. Two weeks ago L and I were headed to the MET to see the Super Heroes fashion exhibit. On our walk we saw a film crew across the street. In unusual fashion we slowed to see what it was. We were rudely yelled at by some film crew guy who had the important job of moving pedestrians away so they couldn't see what was happening. There was no crowd around, no one seemed to care so it wasn't a very big job. I guess he just needed to feel like he was moving along. The first time he yelled at us we simply glanced across the street as we were walking. After he yelled, I decided to pause. He immediately yelled "if your not waiting for the bus you must move." What the ????. Its NYC dude, chill. I have news, He nor his film crew own Central Park East.
That's the back story to today's lashing out. Today after fighting all of the previously mentioned grievances above I made it to Columbus Circle. Only two more streets to cross and I would be free to run. I was looking ahead at the walk sign to cross the street when someone stopped me. It was yet another film crew. Some commercial. Who freakin cares? I need to cross the street and the light says walk so what's the big deal let me cross. I don't want to be in your commercial and if for some reason my back side ends up on the film, can't you edit me out? Anyhow, that's when it happened. I said the same word I said to the nice park ranger lady. The difference is that this guy was kinder than the usual "film guarder." After I said the words I refuse to type, he kindly put his hand on my back and showed me that I could in fact cross the street.
This leads me to how the week started, Monday night yoga class. The teacher has us set our intentions for class (the meditative part of the practice). My mantra was loving kindness. Hmm... not so loving, not so kind. Maybe I'll try that one again next week.