- It was in the low 40's but felt like 36 I think. I HATE running in the cold and thought I was done with it for the season. Guess not.
- Met my friend Yvette (who was hiding in a coffee shop) and walked to Central Park.
- Checked our bags and met up with our manager, who was running too.
- We all headed towards the start line and of course, our bib numbers were different colors.
- I subtly tried to look at my manager's bib. Unsuccessful so I just blurted out "what's your time". He's like a 7 minute mile, so he left us.
- Yvette ran with me for like 2 minutes, but she is under a 10 minute mile, so she left me :) (I told her it was okay)
- So here I was, running another race solo, being passed by 85 year old speed walkers.
- I pushed myself because, well, it's a race :)
- I couldn't catch my breath the ENTIRE time. It's like I was running out of breath and winded. NOT a fun feeling.
- I was looking forward to the finish line. Baby James, D and Mark were there to cheer me on.
- I beat my total time by over 2 minutes from my last 4 mile race and got my pace down from a 12:40 to 12:05 minute mile.
- It felt good afterwards. Had an amazing brunch with friends and family and hit Bloomingdales afterwards (an AWESOME post race treat).
Lot's more to come...I am just like 3 blogs behind right now. Keep reading! Run on Winded one, run on.
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