You want to head into the city? There really isn't any traffic at 6:30 on a Sunday morning. You might be a bit early for brunch though. We parked our car around 72nd st (right near the finish line of the race) and walked into the park with hundreds of other ladies, already wearing their running bibs. By 8:00am BF was waiting at mile 1 for me and I was waiting at the starting line, nervous energy coursing through my body.
When my seed corral was finally at the start line, all 1,000 women were packed tightly together. After I crossed the starting line I was ready to go. The first mile I spent on the outer edge of the course, passing everyone in my corral. Apparently I underestimated my running pace at 9:40/mile, after my six weeks of training I was running closer to 8:20/mile. I spent the majority of the race passing everyone in front of me, it felt good.
BF met up with me at mile 1 and kept up until his shoes came untied around mile 4. I was on my own, with 10,000 women, running the Central Park loop. The loop is 6 miles around, which meant I would be making two full loops and one mile of a third. I knew that once I passed the 6-mile marker, I would be much happier the next time around.
And I certainly was. I was so thrilled that I reached up and tapped the mile marker, only 1.1 miles left to run. Gradually I increased my pace until I was at a full out sprint to cross the finish line at 1 hour 55 minutes, five minutes shy of my two hour goal. Do I think I could do better? Yes. Do I plan to run more half marathons? You bet.
Finally, my heart goes out to those that have been affected by the tragic events at the Boston marathon yesterday. It's unbelievable what occurred and so surreal that something like this could happen. I have several friends that were running in the marathon this year and thankfully have heard from all of them. Here's hoping for a swift recovery for those injured yesterday as well as the city of Boston.