Okay, maybe that's not happening. But I'm glad to see that, although my marathon times might not be where I'd like them, at least I'm improving somewhat, somehow, at some distance.
Short recap: the race is five miles in Prospect Park. They gave participants arm warmers (nice touch). The course is fairly standard slightly rolling hills, with one notable exception: a giant, mile-long hill (mile 3 of the race). The grade isn't too bad, but it just goes on and on. It starts subtly, and (if you're me), you don't realize that you're in the middle of the hill and you can see how much it continues. There was one point where I turned to the woman next to me and said, "I feel like I'm running in place!" It just never seems to stop. But then it does, there's a nice downhill, and you're almost done.
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Immediately after the race, I got in a rental car to drive down to Thanksgiving in Philadelphia. I have to say, the open road (well, the mostly open Jersey Turnpike) was the perfect complement to running hard. I love driving and I miss being able to do it regularly. I like to say that I'm an "assertive" driver, although I've heard at least one passenger suggest "aggressive" instead. Whatever. People are too passive as drivers these days. I think it comes from everyone driving cars with automatic transmissions - what's that all about? You don't feel like you're actually a part of the car the same way you do with a standard. When you drive stick, it's like you and the car become one. And it's awesome. I could go on, but I'll save the rest for my car blog and go back to running talk. (NB: I don't have a car blog.)
|Open road tolling: Rod Blagojevich's gift to IL drivers.|