Only two weeks (…ish) late. That’s not bad, right? I thought about just letting it go, being a little baby 5k, and kind of anticlimactic after the NYC Half (which I’m still dancing around all excited about. Is there a limit on how long I can get away with that?). However, it was a good little race for me, so I think it deserves its moment in the spotlight.
My week in workouts
Monday (3/11): 90 minutes yoga
Tuesday: 40 minutes elliptical
Thursday: 3.14 mile run (Pi day! Please excuse me while I totally geek out.)
Friday: 2500 yard swim
Saturday: Rest/walking around Manhattan
Sunday: NYC Half Marathon aka The Greatest Day Ever
The Magic of NYC
I was in a weird place going into Sunday’s NYC Half Marathon. I was thrilled with my Hyannis time, but still annoyed with my shoes, and those stupid four seconds. I was annoyed with myself for letting a few seconds, in horrible conditions, prevent me from enjoying what was actually a huge accomplishment. I was concerned about my hamstring, and unsure how to balance easing off and resting, with feeling ready and well prepared for NYC. I was too hungry or too full. I was tired, both physically and mentally. I didn’t feel like finishing my swim workout on Friday, so I didn’t. And I didn’t even care.