See, the problem with training is any sort of fun knocks your training down a peg. Take last night: My friend and I won tickets to a broadway show and we celebrated with empanadas and sangria at Empanada Mama. If you're from NY or visiting one day soon you must go there. Problem with hanging out with this friend is that her eyes are bigger than her liver (that's a saying, right?) Where I wanted to get the medium sangria pitcher she forced us to get a large. It was too much alcohol and today I feel sluggish.
Showing posts with label NYC Marathon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label NYC Marathon. Show all posts
Friday, May 11, 2012
Thursday, May 10, 2012
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I should really get a little more creative with these titles. I can't imagine they're any fun to read, but this isn't for anyone else, it's for me. That's the thing about a marathon. It's all for me. Not anyone else. I won't be breaking any one's record for long distance running anytime soon. It's my Everest. I want to climb that mountain for me because it's the hardest physical and mental test I can think of. Well, the Ironman sounds just insane. I'm not swimming and biking and THEN doing a marathon. That shit is for athletes.
The 2010 NYC Marathon was a lot of fun. My favorite marathon. I had friends and family cheering me on and a girlfriend waiting for me at the end. It was communal effort. The marathon in Italy was the polar opposite. I was all alone. From the minute I stepped off the plane to the starting line it was all me. I felt like Rocky in Rocky IV. Stranger in a strange land. I had no idea what was in store for me in Italy. Everything was a surprise. I remember jogging past vineyards, train tracks and farmhouses. I didn't know the language. Hell, I didn't even know the mileage. 42 kms sounds a bit more bad ass than 26.2 miles. I had to prepare differently for the Italy marathon. I knew I would be all alone this time, but I didn't know if there would be as many water stations (there weren't) or if they had any Gatorade (they didn't). I went through long stretches of training where I wouldn't drink anything for 5 or 6 miles. It's a good thing I did because I would have been defeated after the first 3 miles and no water in sight.
The 2010 NYC Marathon was a lot of fun. My favorite marathon. I had friends and family cheering me on and a girlfriend waiting for me at the end. It was communal effort. The marathon in Italy was the polar opposite. I was all alone. From the minute I stepped off the plane to the starting line it was all me. I felt like Rocky in Rocky IV. Stranger in a strange land. I had no idea what was in store for me in Italy. Everything was a surprise. I remember jogging past vineyards, train tracks and farmhouses. I didn't know the language. Hell, I didn't even know the mileage. 42 kms sounds a bit more bad ass than 26.2 miles. I had to prepare differently for the Italy marathon. I knew I would be all alone this time, but I didn't know if there would be as many water stations (there weren't) or if they had any Gatorade (they didn't). I went through long stretches of training where I wouldn't drink anything for 5 or 6 miles. It's a good thing I did because I would have been defeated after the first 3 miles and no water in sight.
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