One year ago, I married my favorite man. Here’s a song for today. (Tony Toni Toné)
We spent Wednesday-Saturday in Philadelphia to celebrate our anniversary, and I was still getting over my sickness, so, marathon training was kind of lackluster…
Here’s the pictoral evidence:
- Total Running Miles: 20
- Longest Run: 13.61
- Total Cumulative Donuts: 291
- Total Workouts: 3
Tuesday night, I decided to get some miles on my new shoes on the road instead of the treadmill, and went to Prospect Park. It was dark, it was hard. It hurt a little bit, and scary, because I was out there alone, and at night. But I did close to 5 miles, “by feel” which translated into probably more walking than I wanted…but I was rewarded with a pretty cool view at the end of the run:
We did a LOT of walking in Philly, including the Mural Mile walking tour, which was super fun, and we decided to do that instead of going into the Philly Museum of Art (though we did take the obligatory pics in front of the Rocky Steps:
Here are some pics from the Mural Mile Walk:
I was “good” and brought my gym clothes to Philly in an effort to keep up with my marathon training, but the truth was I was still sick when we left. I tried to go down and do some miles, but it was hot and I couldn’t focus, and only managed to do about 2 miles, then biked while C was finishing up his 1.5 miles. That would be the only mileage “running” during the trip…
Here’s a cute pic of us (I’m SO SHORT!) after a great dinner in Philly:
ANYWAYS—so, C’s favorite race is the NYRR Bronx 10 miler, which he ran in 2012, but could not because it was our wedding weekend last year. I agreed to run it this year on our anniversary both because, NYC Marathon Training waits for no anniversary, and I wanted to experience the bliss that he seemed to experience. SPOILER ALERT: There was no bliss on my part, only because I wanted it to be cooler, and we ran (RACED) 2.5 miles from Harlem to the start (shout out to the old hood, and the Starbucks that welcomed me for a bathroom break), and I was already spent before the race began.
If you’ll recall my open letter to NYRR, about the lack of water near the end of the race…I was certainly keeping open eyes to make sure that my experience matched everyone’s experience. And I’m here to tell you that each water station was filled with water and gatorade all the way until the end!
Bronx 10 miler is an out-and-back course which I tend to like. On the way “out” I’m thinking: YAY DOWNHILL. OH WAIT. THAT WILL BE AN UPHILL COMING BACK. Or vice versa. I was praying that the sun would still be behind the buildings on my way back, and for the most part, it was–enough–even though I definitely have sun-kissed shoulders. Because my pace has been MAD SLOW lately, I worried a bit about my pace for the race. Because the race is a road race–on Grand Concourse in the Bronx–they have a stricter time limit to get the streets back to normal for the folks in the neighborhood we take over. There was an honest-to-god sweep BUS creeping at the end of the runners, and yall, that put fire in my belly to make sure I was NOT ON THAT BUS. I swore I would rip off my bib and pretend to be a street runner before I got on the bus. If you’re familiar with NYRR rules, generally the course limit starts “after the last person crosses the starting line”, and so when I went to line up, I made sure that I was “somewhere up there” near the middle of the pack to ensure that I could get a few more minutes. I also went out too fast to give myself a “buffer” but having already spent everything on the 2.5 miles before the race, after the first mile of the race, I WAS BEAT, YALL. My pace dropped considerably and I just struggled to hold on, ahead of the struggle bus.
Anyways, I finished. C and I were re-united, spoke to some NYRR officials who asked to meet us on our anniversary…and I wobbled to the train. I’m still breaking in these new shoes, and I definitely felt it when I stopped running. I wanted to do at least one more mile when we got to Brooklyn, so we got off the train a stop early, and ran around Bed Stuy–C even paced me for a few fast blocks near the end, for my second-fastest mile of the run– before coming home.
We set out our cake to defrost so we could eat it on our anniversary day, and besides the fondant, it came out pretty good after a year–literally–in the freezer!
It was the lemon piece of our cake, and it was certainly sweeter than I expected….but still delish, and I’m not sure I”ll eat more of it, but C certainly instructed me to save the rest!
In other news……………..
I’m one race sign-up away from completing another 9+1. Tomorrow I’ll head up to NYRR and complete my volunteer component….then participating in 651 ARTS’ conversation series, Love in the Time of Brooklyn., and Tuesday, I will attend Brooklyn Public Library’s Brooklyn Classic Cocktail Party; so excited!