We are back!! Sorry I am a little late on this post – last week was just crazy with work and wedding planning etc. Anyway, NYC was a whirlwind of a weekend, but oh so amazing!
We stayed at Joe’s parents house in New Jersey, so we were up around 5:30 to get ready and head to Staten Island for the start. We were in the first (of 4 waves) and our corral closed at 8:50. This was actually a pretty late start, so it wasn’t so bad.
It was only about 40 degrees out and the wind was crazy – gusts got up to 45 miles per hour that day!
Joe and I got a little lost int he start village and had to sprint to make it to our corral before closing…we slipped in with 2 minutes to spare. After that it was just waiting around in the cold until the gun went off at 9:40.
We were in the same wave as the professionals and it was so inspiring to think they (Kara!!) were standing just up ahead of us ready to run over the Verrazano Bridge!
The first mile flew by and it was actually really funny to see everyone getting blown around by the crazy winds. It was kind of hard to control your body!
Before I knew it, the first couple miles were done and we were cruising through Brooklyn! Joe and I were holding about an 8:40 pace and fueling/hydrating great.
The Brooklyn miles were flying by and the crowds were amazing!! I had so much fun reading the signs and hearing all the cheers for Colorado!!
Pretty soon, we were at mile 11 where our friends were waiting…it was so awesome to see them along the course and definitely gave us a boost!
Queens went by really quickly and after that we were climbing over the Queens Borough Bridge and heading into one of the most incredible stretches of the race…1st Avenue through Manhattan. The energy from the crowd was electric and literally gave me chills.
Our moms and my sister were waiting around mile 17, so we gave them quick hugs and kept chugging along. Things got a little tough physically and mentally around mile 20. Joe and I stayed strong and even though our pace really slowed for a couple miles, we never stopped.
After a mile in the Bronx, we were headed back into Manhattan and down 5th Avenue into Central Park. Our moms were somewhere on Central Park South, and they saw us, but we didn’t see them….in way to much pain at that point. haha.
Have you run NYCM?
Do you get the post-race blues when it’s all over?