For those not in the know, that would be; Thank God(or goodness)It's Friday, New York City, Tower to Tower, 1 World Trade Center.
May 15 at 7:27pm ·
So excited; I haven't been back since driving out of the city on 9-10-2001. A quick trip to run up the stairs of the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere; and then back to ATL and on the job Monday 5:30 am
— traveling to New York, New York from Atlanta International Airport-Delta Airlines.
It was a whirlwind tour, to be sure.
Things went a little wacky on the set, so I got out later than expected, barely got to the airport on time. When I did get to the City, I had one of the worst taxi drivers ever. He ended up with my phone for the entire trip in order to navigate to where I was staying in Rockaway.
After that it was smooth sailing, except for getting lost a whole bunch which was actually fun and part of the adventure.
One thing I realized on this trip was how little time I've actually spent in New York City.
I love it every time I go. I always thought I would end up living there. And who knows?
But at this point I am still a visitor in this wonderful and amazing city.
May 16 at 1:46pm ·
On my way to pick up my race packet, doing touristy things along the way
— at Times Square NYC.
Times Square is absolutely bonkers. Shameless advertisements and capitalism on steroids. The Revlon ad was rather clever and suckered me in as well. I mean come on, how often do you get to be up on the Megatron in the center of the city that never sleeps.
That's me taking a picture of, well me, made it into the heart until it kept closing in.
I actually did have an agenda. I had to pick up my race-packet which was just outside of Times Square and then I had to figure out how long it would take me to get back the following day and which route I needed to take.
I still managed to have a lot of fun along the way.
I thought about working all the way down to the Freedom Tower, but I didn't have the time, not to mention, I was going to be climbing to the top of the tallest building in the Western Hemisphere and I hadn't trained, I'd barely had any rest in fact, so it would probably make more sense to conserve my energy.
And then I came upon this new-fangled bike rental....
Oh, me likey.
While I'm no fan of Citibank, I actually can stand that corporation, I'm trying not to cut off my nose to spite myself while not becoming too much of a hypocrite.
I think I'll be OK with this....
May 16 at 4:01pm ·
Trying out this bike system
— at Union Square Park.
Jon Danniells at 280 Broadway
May 16 at 4:17pm ·
I love being able to rent a bike and head down this crazy street
Along with what you would expect to find in one's travels in our most cosmopolitan of cities, I came across a couple of diversions that were right up my alley.
A parade, I still have no idea what it was about and an amazing farmer's market.
After my touristy adventures and overall silliness, I finally arrived at Ground Zero.
And it hit me hard.
Why I was here after all.
I'm not patriotic by a long shot.
I'm very anti-military.
I think that the events of 9/11 while overwhelming and tragic, have been exploited and twisted.
But being there.
Remembering driving out the day before and then watching less than 12 hours later, in disbelief as the towers fell before our eyes.
There is no denying the event changed the course of world history.
May 16 at 4:43pm ·
Running to the top of this tomorrow morning
— at One World Trade Center.
May 16 at 8:38pm · Brooklyn, NY ·
A little lost...
May 16 at 9:02pm ·
Just a little mix-up between Rockaway Parkway and Rockaway Beach; they happen to be in opposite directions; learning my way around Brooklyn and it's lovely public transportation system
— at Kings Hwy. And Flatbush Ave.
I took subways and buses, tried to get a cab, the folks I was staying with were on their way to come rescue me, but I eventually figured it out and got back to where I was staying.
And the next day made it back to the 1 WTC in record time.
I left before 6 am and still missed the opening ceremonies but made it with plenty of time to spare for my wave of the race.
Emotions ran the gamut, seeing people with shirts commemorating their loved ones, husbands, wives, brothers, sisters, sons, friends that were lost on that day.
It definitely made it real.
And then of course there was the reality of running up 90 flights of stairs without having trained and being dog-tired.
That actually ended up being the easy part.
I knew how to climb most efficiently, using the hand-rails, switching up sides when possible, pacing myself, etc.
I made it to the top in around 22 minutes, pretty much exactly the time I thought I would clock in at.
The views were amazing.
And then it was time to go and head back to Atlanta and the life I am living now.