Stretching four miles from 72nd Street to 158th Street, Riverside Park is a welcome oasis from the worst of New York’s heat and humidity. But I have to admit that, when I first encountered it more than four decades ago, much of its verdant loveliness was lost on me.
What I felt, when I took a jogging course called “Fitness
and You” as a Columbia University undergrad freshman, was misery.
It was the third class, when we ran a 2½-mile loop in
the park, that nearly did me in. More specifically, it was the hills leading from Riverside Drive to the Hudson River shoreline below.
It didn’t help to hear our instructor scream “Charge
up that hill!” to me and a couple of other laggards.
So three weeks ago, when I found myself back on Morningside
Heights to meet school friends, I basked in the sun and breathed in the fresh
air of the park. But I was far more inclined to join the couple on the bench in this photo
I took than the fellow maintaining his conditioning.
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