The fair weather runners were back in the park this weekend because the weather was so fair. So were the bicylce racers, that prickly bunch, who think they own the road. It was actually crowded on the runner/fast walkers roadway.

The runners in the Jack Rabbit Half-Marathon Group had gotten used to having the park to themselves. Who else was crazy enough to run out there on frigid mornings, just before the big blizzard of ’05, or on a snow speckled night in January.

In the snow, Prospect Park, was an unknown quantity. All the usual landmarks looked
different – even exotic – dressed in snow. The lake, the Grecian
temple, the zoo, the meadow. Snow covered, they were mysterious and
strange. Hiding in the snow, the park was full of surprises.

Mama Nature gave us a "feels like spring" weekend. It even smelled like spring – the evergreen mulch blending with the melting snow. It was just a tease really: there’s plenty of winter to come. But still, the fair weather runners, the bike racers, the fast walkers, the Sunday bikers were there — all those with a winter full of stored up energy came  out to play.

And it was grand.

Yours from Brooklyn,
OTBKB