WHAT I DID ON MY NEW YORK VACATION
PART 1: GETTING THERE
well sports fans, it's been over a week since i ran the New York Marathon, and i haven't given a race report yet. still, i don't even know where to start. what a whirlwind trip full of emotions. i'm still kind of processing it all. i swear, i tried and tried to make it short, but there's really nothing i can cut out. i need to tell the whole story. whether you wanna read it all is another matter, but i'm gonna break it onto 3 parts over this whole week. christ, you'd think i did a friggin' ironman or something!!!!
|coach Joe Vigil giving me marathon advice!!!|
|Sushi Boy can't decide.... subway or cab??|
the next day i got up early and went out for a quick 20 minute run and then headed over to the expo to pick up my race packet. i hadn't really paid attention to anything that came in the mail prior to leaving for my trip. it's been a busy few weeks with work and travel, and since this would be my 3rd time running the race, i figured i knew how it all worked already. so when i finally opened the envelope two nights before leaving for NYC, i was a little shocked to discover i had been assigned an orange "f" number. apparently the race was designating a special wave start to go right after the elites and the fast men, the orange women's wave consisting of the fastest 9000 female runners. i have no idea how i got one of these numbers!!! i guess when i applied, they asked my fastest finish time in the last year. since it had been over a year since i ran a full marathon, i submitted my time for my fastest half marathon, somewhere right around 2 hours, but i sure as hell couldn't keep that pace up for a full marathon!!! i started to have anxiety that all these women would be passing me by come the race start. at packet pick up, they had the booths separated into wave colors, and i quickly started to size up the orange wave females. let's just say ALL THESE BITCHES LOOKED FAST, WAY FASTER THAN ME!!! i soon started to second guess myself. what the hell was i doing here? i'm not even a real marathoner anymore. i've been dickin' around with triathlon and hadn't focused on my running enough for this race. but why did i care?? so what if these women were faster than me. none of us were gonna win, and i had my own goal to come and conquer. after packet pick up, i walked around and took in all the booths, all the free schwag and even the official race gear. i finally bit the bullet and bought a slick asics race jacket. i'd wanted one in previous years but could never justify throwing down the bucks for one, but this year was my third time at this race, and i'd saved up to treat myself!!! as i continued strolling through the booths checking out all the stuff i didn't need, i heard an announcement over the loudspeaker, "stop by the Powerbar booth to enter the pace sweepstakes and be paced to the marathon finish line by Ironman champion triathletes, Peter Reid and Tim DeBoom. no way!!! how rad!! (yeah, i said rad again) so i made a b-line for the Powerbar booth and started to fill out the sweepstakes entry form. turns out that the winner got to run along with DeBoom for the first half and then get handed off to Reid for the second half. i couldn't fill out the slip fast enough when i finally read the fine print at the bottom: must be able to maintain a 7-9 minute pace. DAMN!!! but of course. that made perfect sense. why in the hell would Peter Reid and Tim DeBoom want to pace along a slow ass excuse for a runner like me? maybe there were faster "f" runners they could pace. instant bad mood now. get me outta this friggin' expo NOW!! there was one last thing i needed before race day. since i couldn't pack or carry on my liquid concentrate form of FRS, i had to locate the one and only place that carried it in the whole state of NY...