Staying the Course

It’s the West Side Highway that does it. From the taxi – the crawling taxi,  with its meter already at  $46.80 – I see the sign: “Eat Tacos on a Boat.” And that’s when the tears start, again.

I’d kept them under control when the doctor looked me in the eyes and told me matter-of-factly that I wasn’t going to be running the New York City marathon.