I came within 90 seconds of a Boston-qualifying time of 3:34:59 at the inaugural Central Park Marathon
last year. Didn't really mean to; it was a February race a few weeks
into my last semester of grad school, so I didn't have much of a plan and ran mostly by feel. (Which apparently is a reliable way
to PR – who knew.) Afterward I stumbled around looking for my
half-marathoning friends who'd stashed themselves on a hill with a flask -- it was the bleak midwinter, after
all -- to cheer. Sure enough, they pounced on me soon thereafter and off we all limped to a glorious and egg-filled celebration.
So the 2nd Central Park Marathon is coming up this weekend and I've been thinking about the last one as well as other happy running memories. The kind that don't really consist of any real story but only an image, a feeling, and a warm fuzzy. Thus, in no particular order and for no particular reason, I give you...
So the 2nd Central Park Marathon is coming up this weekend and I've been thinking about the last one as well as other happy running memories. The kind that don't really consist of any real story but only an image, a feeling, and a warm fuzzy. Thus, in no particular order and for no particular reason, I give you...