It was a “carpe diem” start to my workday – the sun was blazing, and the air felt warmer than the 52 degrees that the thermometer read.
Enthused by the weather, I capped off my “masked” morning run along the East River with 300 air squats, cause, you know, summer.
I have not given up hope on beating the August heat at Rockaway Beach yet, even if Mayor Bill de Blasio has. Afterward, the staff at Black Fox Coffee (the only nearby coffee shop still open) presented me with my “regular” order – one