I almost dropped out of the Bronx 10 Miler this past Sunday. I went on an AMAZING road trip with my family down to Baltimore and DC this weekend and Saturday night I hopped on a train around 10:10pm. When I booked my ticket I just assumed I would sleep a few hours on the train. Not so much, I had the pleasure of sitting next to the world's most talkative man. I tried everything but he just would not leave me alone. Then I didn't get back into the city until 2 am and after 10 minutes waiting on a subway platform and then another 20 minutes trying to find a cab (Always wait for the subway) I didn't get into bed until 3 am. I almost cried when my alarm went off at 6am. I sat up, said to myself, "NOPE NOT HAPPENING," and laid down to go back to bed. Luckily this wasn't my first rodeo and I had set 3 alarms all 3 minutes apart. After the third alarm I decided I needed to at least show up.
I begrudgingly put on my running clothes, stopped to grab a bagel and a coffee, and then jogged towards the train. Once I got to the Bronx I almost turned around to go home 5 different times. I was exhausted, I didn't feel good, I wanted to be in bed, and I was really worried about my knee. Just trying to jog to the train was difficult. I was convinced I was going to have to quit around mile 3. I got in my holding coral and before I could convince myself it was a bad idea, we were off.
One mile turned into two miles and somewhere between miles 3 and 4 my knee mellowed out. It was a miracle! I had SO much fun during The Bronx 10 Miler. There so many runners! I will be completely honest with you, I didn't have a care in the world about how I did. I had no goal time and all I really wanted to do was finish. Here is a big lesson I learned on Sunday: sometimes you just have to have fun.
It's so easy to become consumed with the pursuit of a personal best or just going 100% every single race. I've spent the last few months working my butt off for the NYC Marathon. This was a beautiful reminder why I put myself and my body through the madness in the first place. Running makes me incredibly happy. Instead of focusing on my pace, I looked up. I enjoyed seeing the Bronx for the first time. I enjoyed watching people run together. I took my sweet time and I had a BLAST taking selfies and coming up with silly captions. I love getting lost in a run and that is exactly what I did. I didn't worry about how far I had gone or how far I had to go. I didn't worry about running "a smart" race. I stopped worrying about my knee and I just ran. It was a breath of fresh air and I am SO glad I didn't quit. Sometimes you just to have to do it for you. So without further ado, here is The Bronx 10 Miler:
And there were videos! The way the course was set up we ran one way, did a fun roundabout and turned around. I wasn't even halfway when the front runners came flying by. SO IMPRESSIVE! They are SO fast!
How CUTE are these running shirts?!?!?!
I finally got to meet up with some of my teammates at Team for Kids! Team for Kids is the New York Road Runner's charity and who I am running the NYC Marathon with! I have a hard time making it to team practices because of work but it's nice to meet up at races.
We are five weeks away from the Marathon (can you believe it?)! I have a bunch of miles to log in the next few weeks and I just can't wait to run. My new approach is to make this last stretch as much fun as humanly possible. For me, the best part about running a marathon is the months of training. It's been really great pushing myself and working really hard but at this point I am going to start focusing on enjoying every second. I just can't believe I will be running the New York City Marathon in 5 weeks. It was only two years ago that I couldn't run more than a mile. I can't believe I am a runner. Sometimes I have to pinch myself because it doesn't feel real. It's a pretty amazing feeling. Until tomorrow friends, #RunSelfieRepeat.