Happy Friday friends!
Sorry this post is late. Honestly I have been so lazy this week. I ended up taking Monday off because I was so beat from the marathon. But alas, here is part 2…
After Wave 4 was announced, I shedded my many, many layers and placed them in donation bins. At the last minute I decided to keep my gloves and I am so thankful that I did. After using the porta-potties once more, I made my way to the 5:30 pace group. Deb, the pace leader was super nice and friendly. My goal was to stay with the pace group as long as I possibly could given my training was essentially non-existent.
After some announcements were made and God Bless America was sung, the cannon went off and out blasted Frank Sinatra’s “New York, New York.” We started off on the bottom of the bridge which was disappointing but I did not get peed on which is what was most important. Apparently, runners on the top tend to pee off the side and runners on the bottom … well, you know. Ew! I took in the sights of Brooklyn to my right and Manhattan to my left.
We made our way into Brooklyn and I felt a sharp stabbing pain on my left foot at the bottom. I have a soft corn on my bottom left foot (from the friction of skin and shoes) and I had put on some cushioned bandaids earlier in hopes to dull the pain. Yeah no. So I panicked – it was only mile 3 and my foot was killing me. I pushed past the pain and kept trucking along, taking some time to eat some chomps.
My family was going to be on the bloc of the house I grew up in on 4th Avenue and 47th Street which is around mile 5. I took in the cheers of the spectators as I kept along. The enthusiasm and energy was amazing. I kept to the right and my eyes peeled for my family. And then I saw them! It was so wonderful to see them. My family hugged me and told me how proud they were of me.
After awhile I got into a rhythm and felt pretty good. I was also on pace with the pace group. I stopped to tie my shoes at mile 10 and that’s when I lost the pace group and never caught up. So I was now on my own. As I continued through Brooklyn, I kept one ear bud off so I could hear the spectators. My shirt read Every Damn Borough and tons of people were shouting my shirt. I felt like a baller, haha. I stopped at every fluid station and double fisted Gatorade and water.
We finally make our way to Queens when my legs start to cramp up. I stopped and stretched which helped a bit. As we passed CUNY Law School where my friend James goes to school and towards the 59th Street (Queensboro) Bridge, I heard my name. I look over to the left and my friend Audrey was there with her son, Ari in his carriage. I had no idea she was tracking me and came out to see me! I was beyond thrilled and it was just the motivation I needed to keep on pushing.
Audrey snapped this pic in Queens
I won’t lie – the Queensboro bridge sucked. I stopped a lot to stretch. My legs were sore and tight and I could feel my stride shortening. I took my third Gu and just pushed on, counting down to Manhattan, the 4th borough.
As you descend the Queensboro bridge, you’re supposed to encounter the Wall of Thunder from 1st Avenue. By the time my booty got there, it was like what wall? I don’t know if it was because I was slow and it was late or because it was so cold and windy, but right off the bridge there were not many spectators.
First avenue goes up on a steady incline to The Bronx. I hated First avenue. At this point my legs were cramping beyond belief. I had salt with me which I started to take which really helped a lot. Someone also had pretzels and a banana which I ate some of to keep me fueled and not hit a wall.
Finally, I made my way into The Bronx , where the was some, but small crowd support and before I knew it, I was back in Manhattan. It was miles 23-24 where I felt like I hit a wall. I walked a lot at this point and just repeated to myself, “Pain is temporary; pride is forever.”
At mile 25 I called honey bunny. It was getting dark (stupid Daylight Savings Time) and I was tired and in pain. I was also freezing and was thankful I kept my gloves after all. But still, I started to cry and honey bunny walked towards me and we met up and he walked with me for a bit with our friend James. Half way through mile 25, I felt like I had energy again and took off. And I did not stop until I crossed the finish line. As I saw mile 26, I knew I was going to finish. I threw my arms up in victory as I crossed the finish line.
I got a heat blanket, my recovery bag, my checked bag and made my way to the reunion area except I never made it. I don’t know who thought of it, but walking a 1/2 mile uphill to exit the park and to the reunion area was just cruel. I ended up giving up and crying. A woman from the nearby medical tent let me use her phone to let honey bunny know that I was going to end up hanging out in a medical tent on 72nd street. After awhile honey bunny appeared with our two friends and we made our ways to the train station which was thankfully nearby.
After the train, we picked up the car and headed back home to Long Island. It was on my trip home I found out that I finished in 5;48 which is a 12 minute PR from the LI marathon! Insane!
And the cheeseburger and fries I had at home were the best things I had ever tasted in a long time. And then I promptly fell asleep – no ice bath, no shower, nothing. Ooops!
And there you have it, my recap of the 2013 ING NYC Marathon! I am so pumped for 2014. New goal for 2014: under 5:30 or bust!
Happy Friday friends! Sorry this post is late. Honestly I have been so lazy this week. I ended up taking Monday off because I was so beat from the marathon. But alas, here is part 2… After Wave 4 was announced, I shedded my many, many layers and placed them in donation bins. At the…