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| Course Map! (source) |
We met up with Beth, Jenny, and Liz on Roosevelt Island and we hung out in Duane Reade for 15 minutes to stay warm. This may sound lame, but hanging out in the Safeway parking lot was the coolest thing to do for highschoolers my hometown. I can't speak to how cool it actually is because I never went. I hung out at a coffee shop and played board games and did not have a boyfriend. This was probably a good thing in retrospect.
We headed out to the race line a few minutes before the race was supposed to start and grabbed Ashley, who was pacing Beth. So many fast runners willing to help out on Sunday! I love how supportive the running community is. I hope someday I can pay it forward by pacing someone.
This was my first NYC Runs race and I was impressed with the race. The organization is nowhere near the size of NYRR, but I liked that -- it meant the race felt like a local affair instead of a giant sea of runners. Sure, it wasn't as organized and there didn't seem to be specific corrals, but I felt like the race process went smoothly, and for $25 who could ask for more?
These were basically my thoughts during the race:
This feels fine! This will be great! Oh wait, this is feeling hard. Why is running so hard? Why does this feel so terrible? OH HEY THERE'S ABBY CHEERING (other Abby)! HI ABBY!! Ok, ow, what is happening. Must keep up with Pacer Abby. I might pass out. I might not finish. There's no way I'm making this. 3.1 miles is the longest distance ever. I will clearly never finish running. There's a puddle, I wonder if I could convincingly fake a fall and then lie down.I know. Diehard winner here. I legitimately thought, "it would be nice to fall and lie down" around mile 2.75.
BUT. I kept going. I used a bunch of mantras. I had my Erica Sara Say It Do It bracelet engraved to say "Run Faster Be Stronger." It's inspired me many times and it worked again; I repeated it as I breathed in and out. Once that got too repetitive to have meaning, I started pumping myself up by telling myself increasingly embarrassing things: "You are strong! You are fierce! You are a warrior woman!" I am admitting this only because I think it actually helped me as I ran.
I have to give huge thanks to the best pacer ever. Abby didn't try to talk to me (because I was breathing too hard to be able to talk much), but she let me know as we hit various distance points, pointed out a few things, and encouraged me when I needed it most in the last mile.
Perfect negative splits! An 8:22 pace according to NYC Runs and an 8:15 pace according to Abby's Garmin. I actually started breathing asthmatically during that 7:11 paced .11 mile and Abby later said she was a bit worried I might die. But I didn't!
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| Best. Pacer. Ever. (also, I have totally hot chipmunk face here) |
After we finished, Abby and I cheered on the sidelines before we all gathered together for the delicious hot chocolate. We also met up with Fiona after the race as -- she placed 4th in her age division!!
| Racers! L-R: Fiona, Ashley, Liz, Beth, me, Jenny, and Abby (thanks for the picture, Beth!) |
Did you race last weekend or do you have an upcoming race? What was your best race experience in 2012?


