Race Report: Airbnb Brooklyn Half
Well, that was awesome. On a lot of different levels:
1. Not too long ago, I couldn't even walk. This weekend I ran 13.1 pain-free miles, so that's cool.
2. Not just any 13.1 miles, but one that wove through my home city, with 50+ amazing friends, celebrating the love of two fabulous people.
In short, it was pretty darn great.
Earlier this year, when I heard that my friends were starting their wedding day off with the Brooklyn Half, I signed up immediately, still unsure if I could run it but stubborn enough to give it a solid go. I am glad I did!
As noted here each week, it went... ok! There were times where I was cruising and crushing, and times where training had to take a backseat to my own wedding planning and apartment hunting.
I tried my best to be ok with this, to go with the flow, and not make any rookie moves like making up mileage lost in the last week.
I didn't wear a watch, didn't start my strava app, and never looked at the time.
I was there to run with friends, to enjoy this experience, and to see what would happen. I really wanted to be present, and I did not want to be haunted by my past race paces.
The first few miles of the race I spent running up and down the course- first, because I lost my team in the bathroom shuffle, and then because I wanted to say hi to everyone while keeping an eye on my new-to-running fiance.
I was still unsure if I would finish- giving myself permission to bail if I felt an injury coming on. This would be the furthest I had run in.. two years? Yikes. I gave myself some wiggle room.
At around mile 5, I forgot all of this. I forgot about my nervousness, forgot that I was out of shape, and figured my fiance could handle himself. I found my stride, found some friends, and fell in a comfortable groove.
At mile 13, I secretly wished we could have kept going.
At no point did I ever feel any twinge or pain. It felt easy, I felt easy.
In the end, we ran at about a 10 min/ mile, which makes me really excited. In another year, fitter and less mature, I would have rolled my eyes at that pace, but this year it was a real reach.
Except it didn't turn out to be a reach after all, which makes me hopefully that maybe, if things go well, I might be able to live up to the shadow of my former self. That, maybe, the weight I feel of past paces and miles logged is less of a history, and more of a foreshadowing.
Maybe it is not nostalgia, maybe it is hope?
Clearly it is lunch time because I'm losing it. Ok, back to it:
In conclusion, it was an awesome day. Which ended, not surprisingly, in an equally if not more awesome night- full of dancing, laughing, drinking, and celebrating with friends!!
I am over the moon that I got to participate in such a special moment in my friends' lives. They are some of the most supportive, fun, kick-butt people I know, and I am so excited for them!
Want to read more about how awesome my friends are? Check out their story here: