Runner's High NYC, miss it bad

I miss the runner's high.  I can't express the euphoria other than being stuck in the big "o" for the entire run.

I started running on the streets of NYC in the 80's and would often have people stop me and ask why do you run in the streets, why not a park.  I would run from the Village up to Central Park and depending on how I felt run a part of the park and home again.

An actor I met from a film got me to start doing runs downtown.  He suggested taking the West Side Highway down.

I went bicycling with my friend the other day and I felt a burn in the back of my throat and my upper chest.  I can't help but think that is WTC death dust damage.  I don't know for sure.  My knees are shot.  Knee replacements are not sophisticated enough to allow running.  The only way I could run now if I was a double amputee which I am not.  How bizarre we do not have the technology to supply knee replacements that allow for running.  I miss running big time.  It was like writing a love letter...running through different neighborhood, passing by monuments including my stopping at the Viet Nam War Memorial downtown -- walls of glass with letters from soldiers some who never made it back http://www.nyvietnamveteransmemorial.org/vvm/memorial_olsen2.html  (I find this letter the most haunting and the most moving)  and quotes from Presidents and leaders and the Korean War Memorial which is also an enormous sun dial that marks the exact time of the Peace treaty.  The sun dial is formed by empty space, what is missing, a soldiers body, and the space creates and eternity -- I love that memorial...very smart....

http://www.suzannahbtroy.com/writing/running.html

I miss running in NYC on the concrete very much.........I miss the runner's high....