Stupid Sunday Subway Schedule

Like the alliteration?

Anticipating a typically unreliable Sunday commute, I left my house a tinge early to have time to stop and grab breakfast before heading to work. That means departing my apartment at 6:30 a.m. A gloomy morning greets me, no beautiful sunrise over Harlem today, just gray, but at least its not too chilly. After a long ride on the A (which is local... shocker) I do arrive with just enough time to grab breakfast, rush to the restaurant and clock in. Phew!

However, I learn my wee pitstop was entirely unnecessary and apparently the restaurant is actually using the $2.50/day they take from our paycheck and are providing breakfast for the staff on the weekends (b/c we never get a break due to the crazy brunchers of Tribeca). I had to ask twice if I was hearing my manager correctly, and she just laughed and said yes, they are feeding us! Amazing! Granted this is on the level of Super 8 motels with bagels and cereal, but still a very big step in the right direction, no?

Fast-forward to the end of my day. I will proudly proclaim I ran outside today! Yes! That's right! (I'm typing with enthusiasm, btw) Outside in 40 degree weather AND I didn't even think it was that bad! Could it be? Am I acclimatizing to this Northeastern weather?! It was along the Hudson too! Yep, strong winds off the water! So great! I ran up to Chelsea Piers, where one of my regulars gave me a guest pass to check out, which is very fortunate b/c I've always wanted to visit this gym and I need a place to train when the temperature drops again- cause we all know that's coming!

After my invigorating run, I hopped on the train to go to church, but apparently I got on the south bound train and every station we stopped at did NOT have north bound trains running. Like all New Yorkers, I was jamming with my ipod missing all announcements made in regards to finding a north bound train. It wasn't until I noticed a longer than normal pause in between stations that I realized I was heading to Brooklyn (entirely the opposite direction from where I want to be). C'est la vie! I got off at the Brooklyn Bridge stop (which also did not have a north bound train running) and just decided to walk back over to Manhattan and get on a train that was running! A pleasant evening allowed for a pleasant stroll and a pleasant conversation with my Air Force brother! I wish I hadn't missed church but it was a nice alternative!