NYC Marathon 2010. NYC Marathon: take two. the day was a bit colder than last year and definitely windier.. but at least it didn’t rain the night before so charity village wasn’t a giant mud pit. it was not my best run, and it wasn’t my best marathon, but it was a physical challenge that i completely pushed through mentally. considering the fact that last year i started to feel bad by mile 23, and this year i started to feel awful by mile 18, and i still finished within minutes of last years’ time, i’d say that this run is a pretty damn good testament to how important it is to have people who support you and believe in you, how important it is that you believe in yourself, and how important it is that you can mentally block out physical pain and focus on a goal.
|hannah, myself, and jennie in the tfk tent on staten island|
|jennie, meghan, myself, and hannah in charity village|
|“the starting line of the nyc marathon is kind of a giant time bomb behind you about to go off. it is the most spectacular start in sport.” -Bill Rodgers|
mile 2: dropped the second of andy’s old soccer socks. less windy as we head down the bridge. one of my fastest miles in the race.. big no no. rookie mistake.
mile 3: crooklynnnnnnn. crowds are absolutely absurd. definitely more people than last year came out to watch and cheer. one of the first things i hear from a spectator? “how you dooooin?” aaaaand welcome to brooklyn, people.
mile 10: lose jennie and hannah. hope they’re enjoying their first nyc marathon!
mile 12: start looking for allison on the right side of the street. can’t find her. apparently she was there passing out high-fives though.. because she’s awesome.
mile 13: lose meghan. where’d she go?
mile 15: passed the chilean miner on the queensborough bridge. he’s got two women massaging his knees. looks like he’s hurtin.
|“when you first run up First Avenue in new york, if you don’t get goosebumps, there’s something wrong with you.” -Frank Shorter|
mile 16: running on the west side of first avenue cuz that’s where my ‘rents will be. see a guy that looks like brian s.. and it is! start screaming “brian!” and turns out, the whole famiglia is there. they go crazy, i go crazy. good times.
mile 16.5: hear my name being screamed by a child. who is it? one of last years’ 8th graders. so cute.
mile 17: where are my parents?! i know they’re here somewhere. finally i see my mom holding a giant sign for “angela b-rocks” – that’s me, so i get all happy. mom, dad, and maria were all there. i remember yelling something, but i can’t remember what that was anymore ha.
mile 18: mark in his crazy green wig jumps in and runs with me for a few blocks. starting to feel crappy at this point but want to look like i’m feeling good when i get to 116th st.
mile 18.5ish: who’s that asian jumping around like a lunatic in a yellow sweatshirt? sunim. she’s the best.
|does no one else see the camera man? why am i the only one smiling?|
mile 18.5: completely in a daze. hear my first and last name being screamed from behind me. turn around and see pine lake frank with the cancer society cheering. my first thought: “i don’t know who that is.” my second thought: “ahhh frank!”
mile 19: okay where is heeeeee?
mile 20: really feeling awful. start using the mental strategy of focusing on who i dedicated this mile to.. seth and kudz. where is georgia tech? orange balls. lip technology. other half. hiding in our cave upstairs at the 14. my 21st in ny, “i cant get drunk in an unknown city.”
mile 21: asteria gives me magic pills. i love this woman. mental strategy = andy. the exception to everything.
mile 22: mental strategy = maria, david, matt. montauk, holidays, creepiest santa in the whole world, chicken parm for breakfast.
|“tim riggins wants you to run faster.”|
mile 22.5: there’s my crazy asian again! i smile and give a thumbs up for the camera even though i feel like absolute crap ran over twice. my feet hurt, my knees hurt, i’m tired.. like really tired. if i closed my eyes i would’ve taken a nap.
|photo by sunim 🙂|
mile 22.5ish: i’m running with sunim and think i see andy behind me so i turn around. i run backwards and jump on him. he runs and carries me for a block or two (“now that’s the way to run”) before putting me down and running with me a minute. right where i needed him. good looks.
mile 23: i hear megan scream “angela!” so i look to my left where matt, david, and megan are holding up a sign and going nuts. i scream “everything hurts!” and keep running.. about 30 seconds later, i see all three of them running on the side next to me and david just jumps right on in! dave got a good 3 blocks in before he stepped out with a “this is totally gonna be my facebook status.” mental strategy = john. playing cars. hockey in the den. no ma, we’ve yet to have the retreat at our house. loser club. i’ll speak english to myself.
mile 24: why is the finish line so close and yet so friggin far away? people keep screaming my name shouting encouragements.. most likely because i look like i could cry at any second. mental strategy = papa john. getting the best parking spot at jones beach, babe ruth candy bars.
mile 25: go faster, go faster. mental strategy = mom and dad. i know they’re at the end, probably harassing sunim to find out exactly where i am.
mile 26: why is this all uphill? where are my parents?
mile 26.2: aaand i’m done. 26.2 miles. in less than 5, just like last year. get my silver cape, my medal, my bag of goodies, and walk on up to cherry hill where i’m greeted with hugs from coaches. me = rockstar.
|champion, no doubt.|
|nyc marathon medal #2|
well, there you have it folks.. my 2010 nyc marathon journey is complete.
stay tuned for all my winter (non)runner tales..next up: turkey trot and jingle jog. ruh rohh.