Ooh, My Feet! My Poor, Poor Feet!

I think the painful reality of living in a pedestrian city hit me today. After four days in the city, I am still yet to take a subway. Kelly and I decided a trip to Central Park was in order for this day of Labor. We speculated that we might even visit the zoo (on the stipulation that it be free - a detail it would have been handy to research before taking to the streets). So we traveled north 30 blocks till we reached the park.

Upon entering the park, we promptly found the zoo only to discover that it costs $10...nay nay, that I will not pay. Lost for words at this point, we decided that an excursion another 20 blocks north to visit the exterior of the MET was completely rational. Along the way, we encountered a myriad of eccentric folks, including a juggler with an inspirational message for the children, and an impoverished family lipsynching for money. Upon arriving at the MET, the harsh reality set in: we now have to walk back. And we did just that, arriving back at 305 a mere hour and a half later. The total distance: 7 miles. Yeah, I think I might do some stretches before embarking on another walk.