Mother Runner...

The 12 mile run hit me hard. By late Saturday night I could barely lift my legs...my hip flexors were killing me!

• Happy Mother's Day. Wait, I am not a mother. I am a runner.
• Shoot, I signed up for the Mom's Day 4 miler weeks ago. Why did I think this was a good idea?
• Oh right. Sunday recovery run.
• Met Lorraine and Heather in Central Park. Dropped off my bag and headed to the start line.
• It was a crowded race. Lot's of moms on the course.
• Race started...my legs were like LEAD. They were so sore and so heavy, but I kept going.
• I passed an Italian woman who was grumbling about the hill. Her husband said to her "no parlare, io penso lo stesso"...basically "shut it woman, I am thinking the same thing" (thanks Ro for the translation help).
• I don't know how, but I managed to finish the race. It wasn't a personal best, but I did it.

I rewarded myself at the end with a bagel and a great Mother's Day brunch in Astoria with D and James :)