|You're invited! But I have no beer.|
So I kind of did run Sunday morning's Battle of Brooklyn 10m race. I felt like my entire marathon effort would collapse if I didn't get some sort of double-digit mileage in before taking a break. I was registered, I had the t-shirt already, and when my friend Kate called Saturday night saying she wanted to do the race, I had company for the 75 minute subway trek to Brooklyn. How could I resist?
It wasn't my best race. In fact, it was ten whole minutes slower - one minute per mile - than I ran the same course back in February (in better conditions, admittedly, but not that much better). In other words, it was demoralizing.
That's been an ongoing theme of mine lately, though, hasn't it? I came into training feeling strong, and now I feel broken. (Cue sad, pathetic music.) But no more. This is where I turn it up and come back stronger than ever.
JUST LIKE ROCKY BEAT IVAN DRAGO, I WILL BEAT THE NYCM. Anyone want me to pull them around Central Park in a sled? Next snowstorm, man, harness me up. (I would like to find a gym with one of those climbing machine things, though. And if I end up looking like Dolph Lundgren at the end, that's cool. Well, like the girl version of him.)