I know that some of us Greenpointers are runners. I’m a runner and I frequently see fellow runners plugging along down Franklin, taking gulps of stinky air, making their ways to either the bridge or the track. But lets be honest. Running in Greenpoint isn’t easy. Heavy air aside, there are also the random piles of dog poo to hurdle, sidewalk diners to dodge and delicious bars to distract. Sometimes lacing up the old Sauconies…

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