It may be cold outside but this group of senior cyclists enjoyed the outdoors by taking a brisk stroll. It's called walking, and nobody does it better than New Yawkers.
How cold was it? Cold enough to ground most of The Weekday Cyclists, New York's Tuesday and Thursday riding club. But that did not stop us from meeting as usual at 10 a.m. at the Boathouse to take advantage of the car-free roadways of Central Park. We simply left our bicycles home. Instead, we walked. Briskly. For 75 minutes. By the time we made it back to the Boathouse, the cheeks of the six of us were ruddy but our bodies were warm and all thoughts of being sedentary vanished. We heard the birds, at least those distaining the 10-degree temperatures. We saw the Parks Department manufacturing snow near the bandshell south of the 72nd Street transverse road, in preparation for the weekend Winterfest. We circumvented the icy patches on the Jacqueline Kennedy Onassis Reservoir (did you know it was named for her?) and noted the absence of equestrians on the bridal path. We admired the bluebird sky and congratulated ourselves on our hardy constitutions. We schmoozed.
Sometimes it's good to dismount.
We missed you outside walking today. Just because you're older doesn't mean you have to hibernate when the mercury plunges. Adventure is where you find it, even in the center of Gotham.
