On Foggy Runs, New Races, And Getting Older

So that’s what it feels like to run without rubber-bands pulling at your quads.

If you didn’t join me Monday, then let me fill you in. I decided to “take it easy” by running 3 miles and spending 20 minutes doing exercises like lunges and whatnot. By Tuesday, I could barely walk, though I still managed to bang out 5 miles. By Wednesday, I was pretty much useless.

Despite the warm temperatures, I just couldn’t get my legs moving yesterday, and so I took it as an opportunity to spend 40 minutes working other parts of my body–mainly my core, my arms and more of my core. As you can imagine, I was pretty stoked when I woke up Thursday morning to less sore quads, warm temperatures and zero visibility. No really, I usually have a clear view of the Chrysler Building from my bedroom window, and this morning, it seemed to have disappeared.

For the most part, my run was calm and steady. I tried to maintain a faster than usual, but not superwoman-like, pace and spent a lot of time thinking about my upcoming race in D.C.

I’m actually getting excited for it, and am really hoping the weather holds out. Ever since I started racing (not that long ago, though I’ve been running forever, for those of you who are new to the blog), I’ve had this joke that I only run in extremes. My first half marathon, last summer, took place during a heat wave and my last half marathon, in January, was during the only two hours of the winter that it snowed in Manhattan. At the rate I’m going, I’m bound to get struck with lightning at some point during the Cherry Blossom 10-Miler.

But if all goes to plan, I’ll at least be wearing these awesome Michigan leggings that say “hail” down the leg. Go blue!

Thursday’s run had its ups and downs–besides the literal ones in Central Park. For one, I thought I dressed appropriately, but definitely did not. I figured that, since I decided to wear shorts, I’d at least need a heavier long sleeve hoodie. That turned out to be a completely false assessment, and I was itching to break free after just a mile.

Once that was taken care of, I found the run to be a lot more comfortable. It’s amazing how difficult one extra layer of clothing can make your life–or at least your run.

In Central Park, spring was blooming. Since I’m there almost every morning, it can often be difficult to tell whether there’s an actual change of scenery, but for some reason, on Thursday morning, it was obvious. A few examples: The flowers were much brighter…

…the trees were becoming more dense (does this look like a scene out of The Secret Garden or what? Dorky reference? Maybe?)…

…and the trees were starting to grow these fun little prickly spheres, which made it all the more pleasant to look up.

For the most part, although Thursday eventually turned out to be sunny and beautiful, my 5-mile morning run was somewhat muggy and gray.

It was so foggy out that I could hardly make out the buildings in front of me while running south on Central Park West. Cool, yes. But also very eerie.

I decided to extend my run about a third of a mile, skipping my usual exit route and heading north for an extra few moments. By the time I left Central Park around 59th Street and 5th Avenue, the scene was even creepier.

I felt generally good for the duration of Thursday morning’s run. But something else I couldn’t get out of my mind was how I never snuck that 7-mile run into the week–the one I had mentioned that I wanted to incorporate over the weekend. I know that it’s not a big deal; in truth, I’ve been really busy at work, and Monday’s workout really took a toll on my body. Maybe I’ll manage one tomorrow morning, maybe I won’t. Because, though I’m excited about my race next weekend, I’m also trying to keep from psyching myself out.

Speaking of races, I officially signed up for the Governor’s Island 10k, which will be my shortest race yet.

I’m actually pretty excited for it, since I know it won’t require any type of training plan; my regular 5-mile morning runs will be more than enough. Things I’m not so excited about: the fact that I’ve officially entered another age category (or will have by the day of the race).

Like running, birthdays have their ups and downs too. In the last year, I’ve learned–and am learning–so much about myself, both as a person and as a runner. I’ve ran with new friends, I’ve ran for dumplings, and of course, I’ve ran for glitter. Starting this blog has been incredibly therapeutic and motivating and encouraging for me on so many levels. I can only hope to keep it all up, and to keep up with myself. And I’m so grateful for you all who have decided to come along with me for the ride.

Happy Friday!


3 thoughts on “On Foggy Runs, New Races, And Getting Older

  1. It’s like Narnia in Denver–everything is finally starting to unthaw and “bloom”. Here’s hoping we can ward off any more snow–I’m over winter running (though next September I will be saying “I love winter running”)

    • Ha it’s so true. The grass is always greener, but for now, I’m totally with you. PS, love the equally nerdy literary reference. Cheers to that.

  2. Totally get the secret garden reference. In the movie as well they had this time lapse garden growing scene that I thought was pretty amazing back in the day.

    Welcome (soon) to the new age bracket! I feel I am a stronger and somewhat smarter runner now than when I was younger so at least in regards to running, it keeps getting better 🙂

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