About a week and a half ago, I ran the NYC Half Marathon for the second year in a row. Check out my recap from last year’s NYC Half Marathon.
I decided to wait to do the recap since I figured all of you would be bombarded by races recaps the week following the race (just kidding…I’m just a procrastinator). Either way, my race recap is here!
Let’s start from the day before, shall we?
Saturday, March 17, 2013 – The Day Before the Race (AKA St. Patty’s Day)
11AM – BLC and I made our way into the city from Brooklyn to pick up my bib at the Expo. It was in a different place than last year which, to be honest, wasn’t a great choice IMHO.
This year, it was across the street from Penn Station. On St. Patty’s Day. So BLC and I basically weaved in and out of drunk people dressed in green before we could even get into the building. It also got me hyped for an Irish Car Bomb…but I digress.
I should also mention that I work in NYC. I could have easily picked my bib up on Thursday or Friday after work. But I didn’t. Because I am a procrastinator (see above). So I really shouldn’t complain
The expo was nothing to write home about but I did pick up a green Sparkly Soul band to get into the St. Patty’s Day spirit.
The swag bag included hair conditioner (?) and some iced tea mix. I’m pretty sure the only addition last year were a few PowerBar Gels which I would have appreciated but at the end of the race they gave everyone NYC Half drawstring bags. So if they replaced the gels with the bag – I approve!
Yes. I did go out the day before my half marathon. The half marathon that I did not really train for very well. & yes, I did drink quite a bit too much. But it may be my new strategy. Intrigued? Let’s continue.
We got to our friend, Michelle’s apartment around 2PM, and had a beer and a shot while waiting for another friend. After everyone had arrived, we went across the street to get pizza (to soak up all the booze, clearly). I got a plain slice, ate half of BLC’s second slice and washed it down with a Guiness. Because it was St. Patty’s Day.
After that we went to an Irish pub called Molly’s. Word to the wise, don’t go to an Irish pub on St.Patty’s Day unless you don’t want to move and you want to pay $10 for a draught of Guiness. We got a drink there because we were waiting for another friend but we immediately left after our first drink. For those of you keeping tabs, I had an Irish Car Bomb. Because it was St. Patty’s Day.
We literally walked to the bar next door and continued our celebration. Shots were bought, beers were drank, conversation (albeit over very loud Irish music) was had and overall I had a pretty excellent time. I cut myself off around 8:45PM (self-control, duh) and took a cab home. Now that is where my night gets a little hazy. What I can tell you for sure is:
1. I woke up around 3AM, chugged a giant glass of water, checked my alarm and went back to bed.
2. My alarm went off at 5:45AM, I got up, made coffee, changed into the clothes I laid threw out in the living room the night before, drank some water with Nuun, and double checked I wasn’t missing anything.
3. I made it out the door around 6:30AM only to watch the train I was supposed to take leave the station a mere 1 minute before I got there (of note: It was scheduled for 6:33AM and decided to come early for the first time in the history of the subway)
So at this point I basically think I am not going to make it and I am not going to be able to run the race that I love and paid a ton of money for. I am not a happy camper.
Long story short, I get to the 72nd Street Central Park stop at 7:45AM. I was not aware of the closed corral rule at 7:00AM. So when I saw the line of runners slowly moving toward the start line, I ran over to the VERY END of the line (but not until after I used the line free porta-potty) and started walking with the rest of the group toward the start.
My being late may have been a blessing in disguise considering it was very cold out so I didn’t have to stand in the cold at all. I heard that it took people a few miles to warm their bodies back up. While I was definitely cold, I was warmed up after a half mile or so. I am just glad the NYRR police allowed me to run. Because it was probably my favorite race out of all the races that I have run EVER.
& now that this post is getting to be a little ridiculous, I will have to continue the rest tomorrow. Sorry, buddies.
P.S. How do you like the race recap with literally zero running talk? Perhaps I am making history?