I waited to write this race recap until the emotions of the day had settled.
My alarm went off at 5:15 a.m. The first thing I heard was the sound of torrential rain. I hit snooze.
At 5:45 I peeled myself out of bed in search of breakfast. I scarfed down a english muffin with almond butter and went back to sleep on the couch.
Upon waking I sought refuge in twitter. All I found on twitter was encouragement to get my ass out of my warm dry apartment and out into the cold rain of Central Park.
The starting line was a five minute jog from home. By the time I got there the rain drops had already soaked through my jacket. I immediately wanted to run directly home and into my warm bed.
I overheard someone say that we had ten minutes until the gun went off. I literally had to hold back tears. I did not want to be there. I talked myself into staying being as I was already soaked. I thought “just run one loop, then you can go home.”
I ran the entire race.
Mile 4 my IT band started to hurt.
Mile 4.5 I started using my running mantra.
Mile 5 I could no longer feel my feet.
Mile 6 I could no longer feel my hands.
Mile 6.5 my right arm went numb.
I began to think I’d end up here
but I didn’t.
Miles 0 through 13.1 sucked.
Finish time: 1:47:05 (8:10 pace) two minutes slower than my goal time.
Sitting here 12 hours after the start of the race, I’m still not sure if I’m happy that I ran. I am happy that it’s over.
I’m moving on and I won’t look back.
Brooklyn, here I come!