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Grete’s Great Gallop – Leopard Party – Oct 1, 2017

The happy couple ūüėÄ

Is there a better way to celebrate an impending wedding than with a group race? ¬†Not if you’re all dressed in coordinating leopard outfits, that’s for sure! ¬†This past Sunday I ran NYRR’s Grete’s Great Gallop 10K to celebrate my friend Ben’s wedding (this Saturday!). ¬†Even if you don’t know Ben, you might actually recognize him as the almost naked runner who frequents NYRR races.

Ben at the Bronx 10 Miler, 2016.

Me and Ben at Beat the Blerch 2014

Me and Ben at Beat the Blerch in Washington, 2014.

A group of us decided to run this 10K together a while ago, but I’m impressed at the level of commitment to costuming displayed by all! ¬†There wasn’t a single person who didn’t have at least some leopard on them – and two guys went “full-Ben” with tight shorts and no tops!

Ain’t no party like a leopard party…

‘Cause a leopard party don’t stop!

Even the spectators got into the leopard theme!  Ben was also surprised by his bride-to-be, who told him she was going to work that day but instead ran her first 10K with him!  She also sprinted easily through the finish, so I have a feeling more races will be in her future!

I even did my nails for this race – and was inordinately proud of my job.

After the race a smaller group of us went out to brunch and had chocolate chip muffins with strawberry butter, then went to Levain bakery for even more chocolate chip goodness.  Needless to say, this is the kind of running I can get behind.


The 10K itself was fine – another standard NYRR race. ¬†We started in the very back so it wasn’t too crowded, and I literally chatted the entire way, so that was nice (thanks, D-lo!). ¬†There were bagels and apples at the finish, along with cups of water and Gatorade. ¬†My favorite part about the race itself was the shirt – it’s a cotton/poly mix and so so soft! ¬†It’s a shirt you can wear running or just lounging around, and since 98% of my time is spent lounging around and only 2% running, I’m very happy with this shirt.


I love this soft, cozy shirt!

Ok, so maybe I spend 1.97% of my running time thinking about running. ¬†Speaking of, I signed up for a couple more marathons next year – Tobacco Road Marathon in North Carolina and Martha’s Vineyard Marathon in Massachusetts. ¬†Gotta get back on that 50 State quest – those states aren’t running themselves.



Would you run a race to celebrate a wedding? ¬†What’s your favorite part about weddings? ¬†Have you ever tried doing nail art at home? ¬†Share in the comments!

Bronx 10 Mile – Hot Hot Heat – Sept 24, 2017

Getting to the start of the Bronx 10 Miler was a race in and of itself.

I ran the Bronx 10 Mile last Sunday. ¬†Surprisingly, the insanely crowded, hot, and humid day only drove me to run faster. ¬†(Sorry for the late recap, as I’ve been busy this week building Ikea furniture and racking up dental bills (from all the teeth gnashing?).)


The morning did not start well. ¬†I had mapped out my subway route with the MTA Trip Planner the night before, but as any NYer can tell you, the MTA is not to be trusted. ¬†I ended up getting stranded in Times Square about 40 minutes before the start of the race and seriously considered skipping the whole thing. ¬†But then I remembered that this race had a medal, and it was a hot day and I didn’t want to run 10 miles on my own, so I bit the bullet and ordered an Uber to Yankee Stadium.

Runners (and birds) heading to the Bronx 10 Mile start.

$22 and twenty minutes later, I made it up to the Bronx and discovered I was there almost an hour before I needed to be.  See, even though they said the race started at 8:00, they really meant the elites started at 8:00.  The rest of the crowd, well, it was a staggered start for the remaining 15,000 runners, which sounds great if it actually controlled the crowds, but the course was insanely congested for the entire 10 miles (and I started at 8:30!).

Waiting (and waiting and waiting) at the crowded Bronx 10 Mile start.

Are you getting the sense I didn’t enjoy this race? ¬†Good, because I didn’t really enjoy this race. ¬†Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad I ran it, because it was good to contend with crowds as part of my marathon training (I can only imagine how congested the NYC Marathon is going to be :() and I’m thrilled with my time, as I used the congestion to fuel my fire. ¬†To get away from all the bodies, for the last 5 miles I ran on the edge of the course in the direct sunshine. ¬†It wasn’t pleasant, but it was open, and I swear I passed 99% of the runners over the second half of the course (and I actually ran negative splits! very unusual for me!).


My 10th and final mile was the fastest mile I’ve ran since breaking my ankle, so I commemorated it on the back of my medal with NYRR’s free medal engraving service.

We can forget the race time, but that last mile was fast for me!

The finishing amenities were great Рice soaked towels that were desperately needed, the medal, and pre-made goodie bags with a bottle of water, a bottle of gatorade, two small bags of pretzels, a protein bar, and an apple (some bags varied but most had all of these things).  The finishing area, however, was packed, and security guards (?) incorrectly shouted at people that there was no exit at the track & field.  I ignored them because that was the exit the year before, and lo and behold, there was an exit (albeit a long walk from the finish line).

From top clockwise: the insane heat as recorded by my Garmin, the congested finish area, my gritted smile, post-run pizza (yes, Hawaiian, I’m a monster), Yankee stadium with an overheated runner in the foreground, finishing goodie bags, and the medal in the center.

Oh yeah, I decided to run in pearls for this race (with a flower clipped to my hat). ¬†Only one person commented on it, calling it “classy!”


And to be fair, on-course support was pretty good, too. ¬†While the cups were running low when I passed, they hadn’t run out of water or Gatorade yet (and that was available at every water stop, every mile). ¬†I’m surprised race officials didn’t make a bigger deal of the hot weather than they did – usually they mention it and encourage the runners to take it slow – but maybe they thought all the congestion would do that for them. ¬†;P

Once again, please notice the temps my Garmin recorded. ūüėģ

The shirt is fine – tech material, slightly boxy cut, with a weird line of red stitching across the back. Also, it looks almost exactly like the 5K shirt from last year. ūüėź

Was the race really so different this year, or did the heat just make me grumpy? ¬†Who knows! ¬†All I know is I survived this race and will tackle another this weekend, but this weekend I get to wear a proper costume and run with friends, so I already know it’s going to be much better!


Did you run the Bronx 10 Mile or 5K this year? ¬†Are you enjoying this late heatwave or are you yearning for fall? ¬†Do you like Hawaiian pizza or do you think it’s an abomination? ¬†Share in the comments!

18 Mile Tune-Up – 18 Miles is a Lot of Miles – Sept 17, 2017

In the corral behind the 12:00 pacer – look at the hazy sky!

Yesterday I ran one of my favorite NYRR races – the NYRR 18 Mile Marathon Tune-Up in Central Park. ¬†It’s three full 6-mile loops of the park and geared towards runners with fall marathons.


Although it’s supposed to be specifically timed for the NYC Marathon, because of my “beginner” training schedule it was 4 miles more than I was scheduled to run. ¬†My trainer said it would be ok if I ran it, and that I could lower my mileage earlier that week and/or just bail after 14 miles and not finish the race if I didn’t feel like it. ¬†“You’re the boss!” she wrote.


I tried to keep that in mind as my nerves got the best of me in the week before this race. ¬†I’ve been having some left calf cramping issues (that’s the leg I broke last year which withered away) and I still can’t quite mentally believe I can run long distances after being a gimp for so long. ¬†So my mantra heading into this race was “go slow, don’t step in a pothole, and you can always stop.” ¬†Not very catchy but it was effective.


I stuffed my running belt and bra with Gu, gummies, and a last minute addition of candy corn pumpkins (which turned out to be really great since they were a tasty way to get sugar that didn’t stick in my teeth like the gummies always do!) and hopped in a cab to the upper east side. ¬†I wasn’t going to exert any more energy than necessary that morning!


I lined up in the last corral so I wouldn’t feel pushed to run too fast at the start. ¬†That strategy didn’t work as well as I had hoped, as many late, fast runners blew past me during the first mile or so. ¬†But it wasn’t just the super fast runners blowing past me – for some reason my stupid calf decided to seize up right at the start of the race. ¬†Maybe it was because the first thing we had to run was down the Harlem hills – not an ideal way to start any race. ¬†Whatever it was, I had to walk and even stop and stretch my calf several times, being careful not to overstretch it and send it into a real spasm. ¬†Eventually I felt like I could run a few steps on it, and a few steps evolved into a few more, and after about 1.5 miles it finally started to loosen up and feel almost normal. ¬†By mile 4, I finally felt pretty good and was even cautiously optimistic about my chances of finishing the whole race.



It was a hot, humid day with a “real feel” of 86 degrees by the time I finished running. ¬†It was so humid you couldn’t even see the skyline in midtown from the park! ¬†At least it was overcast, and one could even argue the heat and humidity helped keep me honest and slow. ¬†I would argue my out-of-shape body helped keep me slow, but whatever. ¬†I plodded along mile after mile, sometimes hurting, sometimes feeling ok, but mostly thrilled that I was out there actually doing what seemed impossible only a few months ago.


A couple of random things I saw/heard on the course:

  • A man in a business suit on a Segway with giant tires, speeding up Cat Hill, with spectators laughing at him behind his back.
  • A runner so sweaty that his legs had soap bubbles all over them – maybe from the detergent still on his shorts? ¬†It was unclear and I didn’t stop to ask.
  • At the start of my second loop, the announcer saying “That’s a big smile! ¬†That is a… big smile…”


And just like that, I was finished.  Haha, no, just kidding, it was endless and took me almost four hours.  But yes, eventually I finished with a big smile still on my face and a bagel in my mouth.

So happy I found the finish!

Along the 6-mile looped course, they had water stops at every mile (aka 6 times), Gatorade twice, and PowerGel once (so you passed the Gel station three times during the race).  At the finish, however, they only offered cups of water and Gatorade, cut up bananas, and plain bagels.  Luckily I had a ton of food waiting for me at home (ground beef burrito for the win!), along with a massage and a lot of Netflix to catch up on.  Not a bad way to spend a Sunday.


In other news, the tech shirt for this race was quite a bit larger than the tech shirts earlier this year. ¬†Maybe they got the memo that a woman’s extra large shouldn’t be skin tight on a size 10? ¬†There’s no medal besides your aching legs.

The tech shirt for the race (front and back, women’s XL). It’s nice!

Today I have done a lot of nothing except realize that I have three NYRR races in three weeks – this one, the Bronx 10 Miler next Sunday, and Grete’s Great Gallop the Sunday after that. ¬†Hope to see you out there!


Have your legs ever gotten soapy while running? ¬†What’s your favorite thing to eat after a long run? ¬†Have you ever tried the Trader Joe’s Pita Chips with Cinnamon & Sugar? ¬†Share in the comments!

NYRR 1 for You 1 for Youth 4 Miler – I Have Friends – Sat, July 8, 2017

Now, he is known only as… the Falconer!

Despite it being 1000% percent humidity (not a typo), this morning my friends and I had a great time at the NYRR 1 for You 1 for Youth 4 miler in Central Park.  I originally signed up for this race because instead of a race shirt you got a free* pair of shoes!  Despite it being a smaller race (for NYRR – only about 1900 runners instead of 5000+), I was able to run with 3 of my friends – two who I knew were going to be there, and one that I found along the way!


But first, the shoes.  Every entrant got a pair of shoes, and for each entrant one pair was donated to a child in the NYRR youth program.  That’s a lot of shoes!  When you first signed up, you had to indicate your preference between two different pairs of New Balance shoes – the Fresh Foam Zante v3 (neutral, men’s here ($64-$129) and women’s here, $80-$105) and the 860v7 (stability, men’s here ($112-$178) and women’s here, $110-$190).  I chose the Zante because… well, it was cuter, and I knew I probably wouldn’t run in either pair since you can pry the Hokas off my cold, dead feet.

The Fresh Foam Zante v3 (it comes in other colors but we only had this option).

I think they are nice-looking shoes, but they feel like… nothing – no arch support and very little cushion.  After trying them on I described them as “cardboard.”  Hopefully when I actually wear them more I’ll like them, but I’ll stick to (very) short walks in them first.


When you picked up your shoes you also got to measure your foot on this high-tech machine that worked no better than a standard brannock device, but it still was a nice reminder we’re living in a pointlessly high-tech future.

They only had people stand on the machine, no running involved.

When my friend picked up her shoes, they didn’t have anymore Zantes so she got the 860s, but luckily they still had some in her size (which was incorrectly measured by the fancy machine).  She also said they had good arch support, so maybe she was spared the pain of the cardboard Zantes.


Have I mentioned the new NYRR digs yet?  Last (?) year they moved from an Upper East Side brownstone to a temporary location on the Upper West Side, but now they’re in their new permanent location in midtown west.  It’s big and nice, but part of me misses that old brownstone charm.

It’s a big HQ! There are bathrooms (no showers) and lockers, plus places to charge your phone.

On race morning I texted my two friends who were running the race and we met up in the corrals.  I was already sweating like a pig from my warm up mile that I ran at a blistering 12-minute-per-mile pace.  Pretty sure I frightened them.

I think they were pretty excited to start running away from me ASAP.

Because it was a relatively small race, the corrals were close together and we crossed the start in only about three minutes.  I wasn’t running with my friends because they’re both much faster than me, so I lost them in the crowd almost instantly.  A little less than a mile from the start, however, I saw a very familiar back ahead of me.  After I checked to see if he was wearing minimalist shoes, I felt bold enough to try calling out his name (and steeling myself for the possibility it wasn’t him and I was just going to be some jackass screaming a name out in the middle of a race).  But it was him!  I have friends!

At the start of the race on the 72nd Street Transverse- can amazingly almost see the starting line.

I spent the next three miles running as fast as I could while pretending it was no big deal, and chatting about this and that with my running friend who I hadn’t seen in ages.  I felt bad because he’s training for Berlin (he ran 8 miles today, no big deal) and he’s much, much faster than me, and I didn’t want to ruin his race, but he stuck with me until the end (which was really good because I felt like I might die at the end – there was only water and pollen in the air at this point – no oxygen – which made breathing difficult).


But after sitting in the shade for a while, we all recovered and had a huge brunch/lunch at Fred’s.  It was an amazing morning and a super nice way to (1) get some shoes, (2) get some exercise and (3) eat a bacon club sandwich and then buy ice cream on the way home.

Proof we survived the race. My other runner friend is not pictured. But I swear he’s real.

*Free with your $50 race entry fee – but still not bad considering a typical NYRR race is $18-23 anyway.


Do you wear New Balance shoes?  Have you ever run a race with friends?  Do you watch Crazy Ex-Girlfriend?  Share in the comments!

Achilles Hope & Possibility 4 Miler – A Hot & Sunny Return to Racing – June 25, 2017


Today I ran (actually ran!) my first race since my injury last May!  It was a relatively hot and sunny morning, but Central Park was beautiful as usual and the crowd was energized and inspiring.  My goals were to hit 10:15 to 10:30 per mile and to not break any bones.  Mission accomplished!


Achilles International is an amazing organization that helps runners with all types of disabilities participate in road races.  Years ago, before various injuries kept me sidelined, I volunteered as a runner guide on a couple of training runs with Achilles.  It was amazing to run with blind athletes who ran better than I did with sight.  If you have any interest, I highly recommend checking them out.  I also wanted to return to running with this race, since it helps put my (relatively) small injury in perspective (especially as I get smoked by blade runners!).


This morning I scarfed a nectarine and headed out to the park.  According to my training, I was supposed to run a 1 mile warm up and a 1 mile cool down.  I actually managed to do a slow 1 mile warm up, which is honestly shocking to me because I never do those sorts of things.  Run more before a race?  No thanks.  If I wanted to run more, I would have signed up for a longer race.

These hot dog vendors know their audience.

After plodding around “warming up” in the hot sun and stretching like I had accomplished something, I got into my corral and listened to Jon Stewart (yep, that Jon Stewart) joke that he would need to be carried across the finish by his son. ¬†I looked around to see who I could get to carry me, and cursed my lack of foresight on this important issue. ¬†My starting corral was so far back that multiple waves went off before we even moved, and I wondered if the winners had finished the 4 mile race already.

Several waves had gone off and I’m standing here taking pictures.

I ran the first mile in about 10 minutes, which was faster than I thought I’d run and pretty exciting. ¬†I guess I got too excited because my next mile was about 9:30, which is much faster than I had intended and I still had 2 more miles to run in the 83 degree heat. ¬†I slowed down on the third mile and then picked up the pace again for the last mile, sprinting through the finish chute like a total poser. ¬†I beat my time goal and averaged just under 10 minute miles, which at this point in my training I will accept! ¬†I collected my medal and an apple, but I did not pick up a bagel because I have the iron willpower of champions. ¬†Plus I still felt guilty about the pizza, cheesy polenta, meatballs, and frozen yogurt I had the day before…


All-in-all, I was really happy with the race and my run in general. ¬†I’m so happy to be back out there running again, even if it is for only 4 miles (and slower than I was a year ago, let alone a few years ago). ¬†I’ve also noticed the runger is back (i.e. the “running hunger”) as I want to consume everything in my kitchen all at once like a fat tornado. ¬†So are the blisters on my toes. ¬†And the stupid calf tan lines. ¬†Welcome back to running!

It’s thin, white, see-thru, and small. ūüėź

I’ve also officially started the NYRR 20-week online marathon training program, finishing the first week today. ¬†Yes, that means the NYC Marathon is only 19 weeks away! ¬†Eeep!


How was your weekend?  What are your tips to beat the heat?  What do you like to eat when you feel unstoppable hunger?  Share in the comments!

Bronx 5K – Beautiful Day – Sun, Sept 25, 2016

The finish area of the NYRR Bronx 5K leads to this track in the shadow of Yankee Stadium.

The finish area of the NYRR Bronx 5K leads to this track in the shadow of Yankee Stadium.

On Sunday, September 25, 2016, I was supposed to be running 26 miles at the Clarence DeMar Marathon in Keene, New Hampshire. ¬†Because of my injury, I was instead walking 3 miles in the Bronx. ¬†Surprisingly, I was not terribly depressed about this, partially because it was a perfect fall day, partially because my ankle amazingly didn’t hurt too much during or after, but mostly because the rest of my weekend was so fun, I wasn’t disappointed that I wasn’t in New Hampshire.


There are two things I don’t recommend doing before the Bronx 5K – getting only 3 hours of sleep and taking the A train. ¬†I don’t have much advice about how to avoid the former, but the latter can be avoided by either doing whatever you can to take the D train straight to 167th Street, praying to the MTA gods that another train will be in service that weekend (like the 2), or take a taxi or an Uber. ¬†I waited so long on a hot, crowded platform for the A (and the¬†D) that I actually arrived after the start of the race, despite¬†allotting an hour and 15 minutes travel time for an estimated 40 minute journey.

I seriously thought I was going to die waiting here.

I seriously thought I was going to die waiting here.

Despite the transportation hassles, I perked right up when I finally got into the Bronx and had to hustle a few blocks back past the start and slip through a barricade so I could get into the chute and cross the starting line (about 10 minutes after the official start at 7:30).  There were still quite a few stragglers who began even after I did, probably also due to train delays and/or excessive Saturday night celebration.  Still, my slow pace and late start made for a blissfully empty course, which I enjoyed all the way to the finish.

I was just heading out when most of the pack was heading back in to the finish.

I was just heading out when most of the pack was heading back in.

Due to the pain I felt during and after my last attempt at walking a 5K, I forced myself to slow down even more than usual (to about 18 minute miles) which seemed to help.

The highlight of the race was seeing two of my friends who were running the 10 miler option. ¬†Because I was so slow, I was walking towards¬†the starting area¬†when the 10 miler took off. ¬†I got to see the elites sprint by and the rest of the hoard heading out strong – the sound of feet on pavement was stunning. ¬†Because there were so many thousands of runners (about 10,000 total that day), I walked past several blocks of runners still waiting in their corrals to cross the start. ¬†I’m still amazed I saw my two runner friends in that crowd!

The finish line is down on the left, Yankee Stadium is hulking on the right.

The finish line is down on the left, Yankee Stadium is hulking on the right.

I had a huge grin on my face for most of this race Рthe weather and taking my time really seemed to help.  Also, I love the Bronx 5K and 10 miler series!  Food afterwards included the standard apples, pretzels, a bagel, and a PowerBar protein bar.  There was a medal for the 10 miler but not for the 5K.  However, we did get an excellent (although unisex) technical New Balance race shirt included in the $15 registration!

A nice tech shirt? Yes, please!

A nice tech shirt? Yes, please!

Since my ankle held up so well¬†for the race, after some stretching and PT work, I was able to walk¬†another 5+¬†miles around Brooklyn that afternoon and night (not continuous, but still!). ¬†And yes, the rest of these photos have nothing to do with the Bronx 5K, but my outing put me in a good mood so I’m gonna count it as part of my running life… (ok, yes, it’s a stretch…)

Sunset under the Williamsburg Bridge.

Sunset under the Williamsburg Bridge.

So, despite my ankle, it was a great weekend. ¬†Today my ankle seems no worse for wear, so I’m cautiously optimistic about¬†what the doctor will tell me on Wednesday… (knock wood!!) ¬†Plus it’s fantastic¬†because I clearly deserve at least 5 million dollars¬†from the city for my injury – mine sounds much worse than hers!


How was your weekend?  Have you ever run the Bronx 5K or 10 miler?  Do you love, hate, or hate to love Williamsburg?  Have you ever sued the city?  Share in the comments!

Percy Sutton Harlem 5K – A Pain in the Ankle & Bonus Candy Review – Aug 27, 2016

Waiting at the start of the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K.

Waiting at the start of the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K.

Today I walked my second NYRR race since spraining my ankle in May, and while it was a really nice race overall, my ankle started hurting more than I expected and now I’m a little worried I overdid it. ¬†Good thing I have chocolate.


Race Review

Gradual uphill with views of Yankee Stadium in the distance off to the right.

Gradual uphill with views of Yankee Stadium in the distance off to the right (not captured but it’s there).

The Percy Sutton Harlem 5K Run¬†(honoring the former Manhattan borough president who was a supporter of the 5-borough NYC Marathon and NYRR in general) is a typical NYRR race but the course actually is in Harlem instead of following the typical Central Park loop. ¬†It’s a pretty delightful loop starting at 135th and St Nicholas Ave, heading north to 155th, cutting west a few blocks, then south along St Nicolas Park before rounding back north at 127th to finish basically where it started. ¬†The neighborhood looks beautiful, you can see Yankee Stadium in the distance for part of the race, and you get to walk run past some beautiful architecture that’s part of City College. ¬†At the beginning of the race the announcer said that in the first year of this race there were only a few hundred runners, but in this, its 7th year, there are over 5,000! ¬†(Actual total finishers was 4,803.)


The start of the hill at about mile .4.

The start of the hill at about mile .4.

The course does feature some hills, most notably a 1/4 mile hill about .4 miles from the start, but there are a few other shorter uphills and downhills scattered along the 3-mile course.  Despite the hills, I foolishly walked about as fast as I could for the first mile (slightly under a 15 minute per mile pace, too fast for my still-healing ankle), until about mile 1.3 when my ankle screamed in protest and I stopped to roll it around a bit, as if that would do anything.  As much as it killed me, I slowed down my already slow pace and tried to baby my ankle a bit, but by mile 2 I was pretty obviously limping.  I limped my way through the last mile, and despite the pain and the frustration, I was actually having a good time and even got a bit emotional from all the lovely people cheering all of us slowpokes.


Weirdest looking bagels I've ever seen.

Weirdest looking bagels I’ve ever seen.

He made me take off my shoe to "ice properly."

He made me take off my shoe to “ice properly.”

At the finish line we were greeted by the standard apples and non-standard deli rolls (I guess they ran out of bagels?). ¬†I got ice from the med tent and actually sat on a park bench to ice my ankle while chatting with a friend. ¬†My doctor friend told me to take Advil and my physical therapist friend told me to ice it, so I did both because I’m very obedient.


While I didn’t take a roll, I did have pizza after the race because my ankle hurt and thus I deserved it. ¬†I also had some ice cream and the chocolate featured below, because I am a glutton.

Bonus Candy Review!

I didn't make the cleanest breaks but you get the idea.

I didn’t make the cleanest breaks but you get the idea.

I got this delightful chocolate as a gift, but you can actually buy it on Amazon. ¬†It’s somehingsomethinggreek Ion brand milk chocolate with almonds. ¬†(It’s not the first Greek chocolate I’ve tried, and it won’t be the last.) ¬†The milk chocolate is better than standard American candy bar chocolate (ok, I know that’s not a high bar, pun intended), and the almonds are crunchy, but the best part is just how thick and large each square is. ¬†Why is that the best part? ¬†Because you’re basically forced to eat at least one large square every time you encounter this candy. ¬†I mean, it’s not that you want to eat a ton of chocolate, you’re a delicate flower and only take the tiniest nibbles of things, but if that’s how the bar is divided, I guess you have to.



Now I’m sitting on my couch, icing and elevating and wondering if I could eat more chocolate. ¬†They didn’t mention that it heals ankles in this recent Runner’s World article on ankle sprains, but I’m pretty sure it helps, right?


Have you ever run the Percy Sutton Harlem 5K race?  Have you ever had Ion chocolate?  Are you able to justify your food choices based on lingering pains in your body?  Share in the comments!

France 8K – May We? – Aug 21, 2016

The announcer and a French cheer squad at the start!

The announcer and a French cheer squad at the start!

I just finished my first race since spraining my ankle back in May! ¬†I walked the entire thing (couldn’t even run a few steps at the end because it hurt too much), and it took a long, long time, but I finished!


I've had a bad summer, so I get one free attempt of a glamor shot of my costume for the race.

I’ve had a bad summer, so I get one free attempt of a glamor shot of my costume for the race.

The NYRR France Run was an 8K (4.97 miles) loop of Central Park, starting on the east side south of the 72nd Transverse, continuing up and around Harlem Hill, then back down and finishing on the 72nd Street Transverse. ¬†In the middle of the night I decided to wear a “French costume” for the race, which meant that in the morning I cut my red buff from the Philly Marathon, French-braided my hair, and put on a lot of red lipstick. ¬†Once I got to the park I realized nobody else was wearing a costume except for the women who were forced to by Air France. ¬†C’est la vie! ¬†I started in the very back since I was planning on walking the entire thing. ¬†I might not have mentioned doing this race to my physical therapist but since she ok’d me to walk a 5K a week ago I figured this would be ok, too…

I'm 98% sure this is the pothole that got me back in May!!!

I’m 98% sure this is the pothole that got me back in May!!!

I was pretty nervous before the race since Central Park is hillier than what I’ve been walking during recovery, and this would be by far the farthest I’ve walked since May. ¬†When I got to the start it had just begun lightly raining. ¬†After crossing the start the rain picked up, and pretty soon it was a total downpour for miles. ¬†It was some of the hardest rain I’ve ever run (walked) in, and I was totally drenched in minutes (shirt soaked, shoes wet, hair looked like I took a shower). ¬†Luckily it was warm and it was only a 5 mile race instead of a marathon (ahem Jackson Mississippi Blues Marathon). ¬†I was mostly just worried my phone would get soaked even inside my waist belt (since my shirt and tights were totally soaked through). ¬†When I did risk taking my phone out to take a picture of the pothole that felled me, there was no dry spot of clothing to wipe it on!


My favorite race photo ever - if you don't recognize this guy, you don't run NYRR races.

If you don’t recognize this guy, you don’t run NYRR races.

After about 30 minutes of hard rain it started letting up, and for the last couple miles the sun even came out (and reminded us just how scorchingly hot it would have been had it been sunny the whole time). ¬†Besides getting my favorite race photo ever with an icon in NYRR, I was mostly wondering if the bagels would be dry by the time I got to the finish. ¬†I was also pretty determined to win the free trip to Paris, although I was so slow I didn’t even get to enter the raffle. ¬†ūüôĀ


The little Air France cheer area about 400 meters before the finish.

The little Air France cheer area about 400 meters before the finish. No free tickets, though. ūüėź

Snacks after the run - bagel not pictured, as it was in my stomach.

Snacks after the run – bagel not pictured, as it was in my stomach.

Post-race, my ankle started hurting more (during the walk home) and I noticed it was a bit swollen after my shower, but now I’m icing and elevating and plan on having a lot of quality couch-time this afternoon now that I have a new A/C (it broke earlier this week, which was pretty dreadful). ¬†Perhaps time to start a new Netflix series? ¬†I’m considering Black Books or Father Ted (both from the creator of The IT Crowd), or maybe Wentworth, or Stranger Things, or The Fall, or W1A… So many options to be lazy!

The race shirt (front and back).

The race shirt (front and back).


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NYRR R-U-N 5K – Lightning the Load – Aug 11, 2016

Fun acrylic glass and temporary tattoos for the NYRR R-U-N 5K.

Fun acrylic “glass” and temporary tattoos for the NYRR R-U-N 5K.

My plan to triumphantly return to road racing tonight by walking the ironically named¬†R-U-N 5K¬†was, as many of my race-related plans have been recently, foiled, this time by heat and then severe thunderstorms. ¬†At about 3:30 pm, the race officials emailed us saying the race would be an untimed, unscored fun run due to the weather (it’s about 1,000 degrees and very humid here). ¬†The good news was that runners would get a marathon credit whether we ran it or not.


I debated on whether to still walk it because as much as I wanted to get back out there (even just walking), it was also as hot as heck and I have an early morning flight tomorrow and didn’t want the hassle of getting to/from the park and stressing my ankle before a special getaway. ¬†Luckily the decision was made for me at about 6 pm when officials told all runners and volunteers to seek shelter immediately due to severe thunderstorms. ¬†As I’m sitting here guilt-free in my air-conditioned apartment, I can hear nasty cracks of thunder and am waiting for the deluge.


The race was advertised as a “social” race – when I signed up I had to select whether I wanted a corral according to my time or if I wanted to be “social.” ¬†I chose “social,” although to be honest I think I would have gotten the same corral anyway since I’m so slow. ¬†It was supposed to start at¬†7 pm in Central Park, with drink specials for the runners at various restaurants after the race. ¬†It would have been my first race that started in the evening (not counting Ragnar, since that lasts multiple days) and of course my first race since The Injury. ¬†Ah, well! ¬†There’s always the France Run (8K) in a little over a week!


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Healthy Kidney 10K – My First DNF – May 14, 2016 – Race Recap

The start of NYRR's Healthy Kidney 10K, before my face-plant.

The start of NYRR’s Healthy Kidney 10K, before my face-plant.

You run long enough, and it’s bound to happen – a DNF and a running injury. ¬†I just didn’t think it would happen in Central Park during a 10K this morning, and I didn’t think the injury would include my face.

The typical long line of runners at a NYRR race in Central Park.

The typical long line of runners at a NYRR race in Central Park.


The Healthy Kidney 10K started out well enough – the day was beautiful and warmer than expected (already in the mid 60s at the 9 am start), and I was finally on the downhill of my cold that started last week. ¬†I felt pretty good considering I ran 26 miles 6 days ago, and was able to run the first three miles at about a 10:35 pace (fast for me at this point). ¬†Everything was going well! ¬†I came up the final Harlem Hill, passed the 5K mark, and was enjoying the flat stretch near the 102nd Street Transverse heading towards the reservoir. ¬†But then, BAM! ¬†My foot got caught in a little pothole, and I went down HARD. ¬†Harder than hard. ¬†I hit my face, hands, and then the rest of my body. ¬†Hard enough to rip my CW-X tights. ¬†Hard enough to make me wonder if I broke my cell phone around my waist. ¬†Hard enough to make me worried I broke the bones in my face. ¬†And apparently hard enough to give me a concussion. ¬†But I’m getting ahead of myself. ¬†(Blame my recent concussion.)


Right after I went down, there were plenty of kind runners who stopped to make sure nobody ran over me and to make sure I was ok. ¬†I kept saying I was ok, and eventually I rolled over, got up, and limped to the side because I didn’t want to cause a(nother) accident. ¬†My friend Ben was actually there, too! ¬†He was running by and came upon my prostrate figure and recognized my Discover Bank Delaware Marathon hat (which, by the way, I got blood on – it was the first time I wore it, too)!


Props to the on-point race volunteer who immediately radioed for an ambulance the second I fell, saying “runner down,” which sounds very dramatic, but was effective. ¬†I was sitting on the grass next to the course when the medics arrived (probably not more than 1 or 2 minutes after my fall – it was really fast). ¬†I assured them I was ok, until I suddenly wasn’t – my vision started to go dark. ¬†That’s when I really started to worry. ¬†I’m too youngish to die!


Originally I thought I would walk the rest of the race – I clearly had no idea how bad my fall was. ¬†But when the world started to go dim, they offered to transport me to the med tent, and I accepted – I didn’t want to pass out 30 seconds after they left and cause a huge hassle. ¬†So, onto the stretcher and into the ambulance I went! ¬†It was… embarrassing. ¬† And it felt almost like I was playing out a scenario for class, except I was actually injured. ¬†The ambulance was a small “van” ambulance, so it was cozy inside, but still familiar. ¬†I feel like I’ve jinxed myself by becoming an EMT – just as I’ve started working on an ambulance, for the first time in my life I find myself as a patient in the back of one.


After a leisurely ride down the west side of the park, my vision had cleared up and I was feeling beat up but better. ¬†They delivered me to the med tent where Dr. Stu (the head NYRR doctor who I knew from training sessions, but who of course didn’t know me) checked me out. ¬†He pushed on the bones all over my face and determined nothing was broken (thank god). ¬†He said I had started blacking out probably because I had a mild concussion. ¬†And as I sat there icing my face, I finally noticed how much my ankle was hurting. ¬†I got an ice wrap for that, too, and after sitting there for more than enough time to make sure I probably wasn’t going to die from an aneurism or whatever scary fake medical thing I was worried about, finally made my way out of the park with my friend Ben, who had found me at the finish.


I painfully, slowly limped out of the park, still thinking my ankle was just bruised or something, but I did take a cab for the 5 blocks home. ¬†Only after a quick shower did I realize just how bad my ankle was – it was stiff, painful, and looked like there was a lemon implanted underneath my skin. ¬†As a first-time ankle sprainer, this really freaked me out. ¬†I thought maybe something had ruptured and there was blood pooling under my skin or something – there’s also a small bruise and cut on the side of my foot, probably from the jagged edge of the pothole (and I suspect there’s a tear in my shoe, too). ¬†So, I immediately emailed Ben and started googling “sprained ankle.”


After icing it and wrapping it, I still wasn’t satisfied with my self-treatment options, and since it hurt so much that walking was incredibly difficult, I decided to go to a nearby urgent care center to get an aircast (as recommended by Ben). ¬†After a surprisingly long wait, the doctor there checked me out, pushed on the bones around my foot and ankle, thankfully determined without an X-ray that there were no broken bones, and diagnosed me with a sprained ankle. ¬†He put me in an aircast, gave me instructions to take naproxen (aka Aleve) and to only ice 3 times a day, and sent me off with some crutches. ¬†The crutches help a lot, but I quickly learned that walking with crutches is about 80 times more difficult than just walking, and I feel like I got a full day’s workout by crutching the two blocks home.



Ugh.  Ugh.

Now I’m sitting on my couch with my leg propped up, feeling some sweet relief from the painkiller (although it still hurts, it doesn’t hurt like a mofo anymore), and feeling both angry at and sad for myself. ¬†I know “these things happen” but it was a stupid mistake to step into that pothole – I should have been looking down more than up. ¬†And now I can’t work my EMT shift tomorrow, nor can I run the Brooklyn Half Marathon next weekend, not to mention that I can’t walk or run for several days (plus the pain, plus the current inconvenience,¬†plus the lifetime threat of re-injury and arthritis (“In a 10-year fol¬≠low-up of patients suffering ankle sprains, 72 percent showed signs of arthritis in the ankle joint.”). ¬†Ugh! ¬†(And yes, the more I read online about this, the more freaked out I’m getting.)


The funny thing is that my face feels (and looks) bruised but it’s definitely not the most painful or lasting injury I sustained in my fall – it reminds me of the “distracting injury” thing we learned about at EMT camp. ¬†Of course, hitting your face is more life-threatening than spraining your ankle, so it didn’t distract in that way, but it certainly made me ignore my ankle for a long time. ¬†(“But not anymore, b*tch!” said my ankle just now.)


But before I start feeling too sorry for myself, I do want to send out a big internet “thank you” to all the runners and medical people who helped me today. ¬†It was seriously nice of Ben to stick with me for so long, both at mile 3 and at the finish, and for emailing me a lot of info about sprained ankles.

The shirt this year.  I didn't get a medal because I didn't finish.  :(

The shirt this year. I didn’t get a medal because I didn’t finish. ūüôĀ

So, please pray to the running gods for me that I’ll recover in a relatively rapid fashion… ¬†Till then, I’ll see you on the couch.


Have you ever sprained your ankle? ¬†Have you ever¬†visited an urgent care? ¬†Have you ever ridden in the back of an ambulance that wasn’t for your job? ¬†Share in the comments!