On Sunday, I ran the Bronx 10-miler with Robyn on pretty tired legs (we walked a lot Friday and Saturday, not to mention the 5-mile run). I met Robyn at the start and we were in the back of the pack, but with my legs, the 12-minute-mile pace felt just right.
The course was rather boring, with a long straight run down Grand Concourse (which reminded me of my least favorite part of the Brooklyn Half from Prospect Park to Coney Island boardwalk but with less crowd support). Robyn and I stayed together for the most part, even though she took a bathroom break (guess I was running really slowwwly)! The course was an out-and-back, so we cheered on the first-place runner--he looked so breezy and all smiles, it was really refreshing and exciting to see someone run with such joy and so effortlessly! Unlike my plodding along--Tom coined the word "plogging" to describe my running (plodding and jogging).
I walked through all but two water stops, and thank goodness I had my new iPod shuffle to help the miles go by. (Note to self: OneRepublic, Kesha and Katy Perry are much better running songs than A Fine Frenzy and Snow Patrol.) My legs and feet were hurting and I was thinking that all the pain was due to Robyn, who got me to sign up for this race and for the freakin marathon.
I made it to the finish line, and beamed and waved when I saw Tom waiting for me. He even brought me a bagel! He's the best! I was sore the rest of that day but I'm fine the day after.
Official finish time: 1:57:28, an 11:45 min/mile pace. Slower than my half-marathon time, but it was a hot day and I had tired legs.
Next week: 20 miles!!!
good job! :)
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