I'm running the Brooklyn Half Marathon tomorrow.
Earlier this week, BloggerCrash2011 caused me to lose nearly half of the votes that had been cast in my poll! As much as I'd like to pretend that all of the votes were "no" and that I obviously shouldn't run, the "yes" votes well outnumbered the no and maybe votes before the disappearance and they certainly outnumber them now. Plus, all of the food for thought in the comments made sense. Thank you for your input.
So I'll do the race.
In the rain. In the hot, humid rain. Recipe for success.
Speaking of rain, I'm a big fan of just womaning up and getting yourself out there to run despite the conditions. I mean, I take showers, right? (Usually. Don't answer that. Rhetorical.) And running gets you sweaty, right, which is like the same thing but dirtier? And, you never know when race day will be wet - LIKE THIS SATURDAY, FOR INSTANCE. So, suck it up and train in the rain.
But this week we've had rain in our forecast literally every day, and I've kind of been a wuss about it. On Wednesday I got caught in a hella storm and my clothes were completely soaked. Completely. I stopped at the drug store on the way home and the pharmacist gave me a weird look and said, "Is it raining?" When I nodded she said, "I figured you were just really, really sweaty." Water was dripping off the brim of my hat. I wanted to say something sarcastic in response, but I didn't. I consider my restraint a victory.
Oh, well. I did it. Some newspapers in my shoes and they were even good to go yesterday. And yesterday, even though the rain held off, I ran on the treadmill. And promptly remembered why I so passionately hate the treadmill.
One last note: if you live in New York, you've probably been to Jack Rabbit Sports. Twice this week I've had the good fortune of going to their Upper West Side store on 72nd St. (between Amsterdam and Columbus on the south side of the street). They were gracious enough to host two events, where I was lucky enough to meet Emily, Emilie, and Jonathan for the first time. It's weird to me to meet people whose blogs Istalk follow and who I know from twitter - what's even weirder is that they're all so nice and completely the same in person as they are online. Not me. I'm painfully socially awkward in person. Okay, maybe not painfully.
Earlier this week, BloggerCrash2011 caused me to lose nearly half of the votes that had been cast in my poll! As much as I'd like to pretend that all of the votes were "no" and that I obviously shouldn't run, the "yes" votes well outnumbered the no and maybe votes before the disappearance and they certainly outnumber them now. Plus, all of the food for thought in the comments made sense. Thank you for your input.
So I'll do the race.
In the rain. In the hot, humid rain. Recipe for success.
Speaking of rain, I'm a big fan of just womaning up and getting yourself out there to run despite the conditions. I mean, I take showers, right? (Usually. Don't answer that. Rhetorical.) And running gets you sweaty, right, which is like the same thing but dirtier? And, you never know when race day will be wet - LIKE THIS SATURDAY, FOR INSTANCE. So, suck it up and train in the rain.
But this week we've had rain in our forecast literally every day, and I've kind of been a wuss about it. On Wednesday I got caught in a hella storm and my clothes were completely soaked. Completely. I stopped at the drug store on the way home and the pharmacist gave me a weird look and said, "Is it raining?" When I nodded she said, "I figured you were just really, really sweaty." Water was dripping off the brim of my hat. I wanted to say something sarcastic in response, but I didn't. I consider my restraint a victory.
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| Special new shoes that I'm wear testing that I'm probably not supposed to show you. Don't tell anyone. |
One last note: if you live in New York, you've probably been to Jack Rabbit Sports. Twice this week I've had the good fortune of going to their Upper West Side store on 72nd St. (between Amsterdam and Columbus on the south side of the street). They were gracious enough to host two events, where I was lucky enough to meet Emily, Emilie, and Jonathan for the first time. It's weird to me to meet people whose blogs I
i totally smiled when i read this post! worst part is that i read it when my class was taking an exam this morning. many of them asked me why i was so happy. see you tomorrow at the start!
ReplyDeleteGood luck tomorrow! Also, good job on the restraint, I'm sure I would have said something obnoxious.
ReplyDeleteGood luck in Brooklyn!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteGood luck in the race! I'm glad you decided to go for it.
ReplyDeletebagged it myself---decided last night & feel good about the decision.
ReplyDeleteAlso, are those Brooks testers? I have a pair too,but they look like Jazzercise shoes according to my running club mates.damn you for getting cooler looking shoes than I did.
ReplyDeleteI guess my first comment never posted...now I look like a spas for starting that one with "also".
ReplyDeleteHa! And yes, they're the Ravenna 3 - I actually love the way they look, which is weird for running shoes for me. And I don't mind the fit, either. Not Jazzercise shoes!
ReplyDeleteAhem!
ReplyDeleteAnd? Had a fun race? :)
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