The Great Subway Flood of Aught Seven
Aug. 8th, 2007 12:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grammargirlSo, I just got to work around noon.
There was an epic thunderstorm last night. We're talking thunder loud enough to wake me up from a sound sleep multiple times, super bright super close lightening, and atmospheric pressure that made my cat go completely apeshit. I woke up this morning, noted with relief that the rain had stopped, got dressed, and walked to Atlantic Terminal to catch the train... whereupon I noticed about 75 people standing outside talking on cell phones. Uh oh. Turned out that there were no trains running into Manhattan. Okay, fine, the easy access to every train known to mankind is one reason why I moved to this neighborhood. So I called Haley to let her know that the trains were messed up and walked to Hoyt Schemerhorn to see if the A was running. No love. During one of my update phone calls to Haley I somewhat jokingly commented that I was considering walking across the bridge and walking uptown from there. She thought it was a smashing idea, so, with no real forethought, I walked the 15-20 minutes to her apartment in Brooklyn Heights, and the two of us commenced walking into Manhattan.
The Brooklyn Bridge was packed with pedestrians and cyclists, as I imagine it was during the blackout a few years ago or the transit strike in '05. The whole thing felt like some kind of crazy adventure, and it was weirdly heartening to see how many people, when faced with a complete train shutdown, simply shrugged, changed into comfy shoes, and walked. After a brief stop at a Duane Reade for water, Haley and I commenced our hike uptown. Everything was going pretty well until somewhere around 14th street, at which point my feet started hurting in earnest, and the last 40-odd blocks were pretty difficult. Did I mention that the humidity is approximately nine hundred percent, and also I'm wearing sandals? Yeah.
Googlemaps is sort of a dubious resource for this sort of thing, since it provides routes for driving rather than walking, but it looks like all told, from my door to my office building, I walked about 5.7 miles:
...and with that, I drag my sore ass to lunch.
ETA: Haley says that according to Google Pedometer, we walked 6.08 miles and burned 551 calories. How about that.
ETA2: I just entered my own route into Google Pedometer (which is really a cool hack, btw), including the walk between my apartment and Haley's, and got 6.67 miles and 605.5 calories. Hot damn, no wonder I just consumed half my weight in pizza.
There was an epic thunderstorm last night. We're talking thunder loud enough to wake me up from a sound sleep multiple times, super bright super close lightening, and atmospheric pressure that made my cat go completely apeshit. I woke up this morning, noted with relief that the rain had stopped, got dressed, and walked to Atlantic Terminal to catch the train... whereupon I noticed about 75 people standing outside talking on cell phones. Uh oh. Turned out that there were no trains running into Manhattan. Okay, fine, the easy access to every train known to mankind is one reason why I moved to this neighborhood. So I called Haley to let her know that the trains were messed up and walked to Hoyt Schemerhorn to see if the A was running. No love. During one of my update phone calls to Haley I somewhat jokingly commented that I was considering walking across the bridge and walking uptown from there. She thought it was a smashing idea, so, with no real forethought, I walked the 15-20 minutes to her apartment in Brooklyn Heights, and the two of us commenced walking into Manhattan.
The Brooklyn Bridge was packed with pedestrians and cyclists, as I imagine it was during the blackout a few years ago or the transit strike in '05. The whole thing felt like some kind of crazy adventure, and it was weirdly heartening to see how many people, when faced with a complete train shutdown, simply shrugged, changed into comfy shoes, and walked. After a brief stop at a Duane Reade for water, Haley and I commenced our hike uptown. Everything was going pretty well until somewhere around 14th street, at which point my feet started hurting in earnest, and the last 40-odd blocks were pretty difficult. Did I mention that the humidity is approximately nine hundred percent, and also I'm wearing sandals? Yeah.
Googlemaps is sort of a dubious resource for this sort of thing, since it provides routes for driving rather than walking, but it looks like all told, from my door to my office building, I walked about 5.7 miles:
...and with that, I drag my sore ass to lunch.
ETA: Haley says that according to Google Pedometer, we walked 6.08 miles and burned 551 calories. How about that.
ETA2: I just entered my own route into Google Pedometer (which is really a cool hack, btw), including the walk between my apartment and Haley's, and got 6.67 miles and 605.5 calories. Hot damn, no wonder I just consumed half my weight in pizza.
