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.
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.
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!
I had a huge grin on my face for most of this race – the 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!
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…)
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!