I didn’t walk, I didn’t fall, and I didn’t give up. My time for the NYRR Holiday 4M was not incredible — I actually added about 14 seconds to my pace from my 5K in September — but I’ll say this: it was pretty close to my first 5K time from July, only I ran 33 percent longer, a distance I had only run once before in the gym.
I don’t normally run outside like some of you all-stars, but I liked it all right. I didn’t get too cold until I was leaving the park afterward.
Within an hour I was sitting in a coffee shop in Park Slope telling my friend (who also ran — her very first race!) that I wanted to do a 10K next spring. (I’m thinking this one.) What is wrong with me?
I am running this race in two days. It’s my first race since I injured my foot in October, but when I originally signed up for it it was a 5K. (Seemed foolish to drop out over .9 miles, right?)
If you had told me at the beginning of the year I would be about to run 4 miles and that I had already done so at the gym, I would have told you to take a short walk off a tall cliff. I doubt I could run a straight mile then. I’m excited, in a weird way.