I woke up on race morning cool as a cucumber. No race-day jitters for me. I am not a detective, but I can easily attribute this to one clear fact: I wasn’t signed up to run a race.
At 33 weeks pregnant, my already mediocre running talents were in near total hibernation. Registering for races was totally off my radar. But Matthew (my husband, remember him?) was signed up for the Bridgehampton Half and my pals Katy and Sarah were registered for the same event’s 5K so I found myself in the Hamptons on race morning looking for something to do.
A true love of efficiency and smart logistics drove me to sign up for this 5K. I wanted to get some physical fitness in and I figured if my friends were going to be doing their workouts at the race, I might as well too.
I hopped in the car with the planned racers, and we headed for Bridgehampton High School (Go Bees!). I will warn, while it’s a small race, parking near the start is very limited. If you’re planning to run this race, allow time to walk from wherever you’ve decided to stash your vehicle to the starting point.
I saddled up belly first at the registration table, ready to proudly sign up for the 5K at eight months pregnant and was asked if I wanted to register for the half marathon or the 5K. I appreciate the staffer’s open-mindedness! Women can do anything! (But this particular woman could not have run 13-miles on this specific morning.)
I visited the porta-potty which I literally never do. When I hit 30 my preference for real plumbing and bathrooms fragranced with the scent of Diptque candles became non-negotiable. While pregnant, my bladder has moved up my list of priority organs.
As a lapsed runner, the last bit of the habit I’ve yet to kick is the part where I search and sign up for races. I’ve given up buying running clothes and you know, going for runs but inputting my credit card info into sketchy race websites to purchase a 7am Saturday wake up call is a habit I just can’t quit.
I spent a weekend in Great Barrington, MA with my best bud Tricia. In a ritual scraping of the internet, I found a local race in support of Volunteers in Medicine, a Great Barrington based health charity, was going on during out stay. The race was hosted by a local brewery called Big Elm Beer. I conferred with Trish, she was in and so we signed up.Tricia is my original running buddy. You may remember her from recent adventures such as the Cherry Blossom 10 miler.
We got to GB late Friday night, around 11pm but I didn’t fret since the 5K didn’t begin until 10am the next day.It feels very on-brand to have a late start to a race hosted by brewery.
Want to fall in love with running but have no clue how to get started? If you’re reading this with no running background, I believe in 2-3 months you can develop a long term running habit.
I’m not a running coach, a physical therapist or certified to instruct fitness in any way, shape or form. So why am I writing this post? Because I am a person with nearly no natural athletic talents who has fostered a real love for running and fitness. If I can, you can. I also learned how to ride a bike age 30, so I have some experience picking up hobbies at a mature age. (You know when the threat of failure is fully realized.)
If you’d ever thought to yourself “I wish I could run.” I’m here to tell you, “YOU CAN!” I have a some easy advice that just might work for you. First, let’s define the goal: You are a runner if you run. You don’t need to break a record or stand on a podium to be a runner. You just need to put one foot in front of the other and keep going.
Here’s a step by step plan that will guarantee you become a runner:
As is new tradition, my family runs a 5K Turkey Trot on Thanksgiving morning. The race we’ve participated in the last two years is in the town of Oyster Bay and this year they didn’t host it. My mom found a new 5K for us to run in Glen Head, Long Island. The race is called the North Shore Turkey Trot and we didn’t know what to expect.
I wrote this last week, before the election. Put more finely, before the election broke my heart and left me shocked and scared.
This post seems more trite than usual now. But I am not sure it makes sense to go completely dark because of the election’s outcome when admittedly this blog has nothing to do with politics. The upbeat tone of this post doesn’t match my mood today. But maybe it will encourage positive feelings soon. I know I can’t and won’t feel sad forever.
Hi everyone!As expected last weekend’s NYC marathon has given me running fever.
When I got home from spectating my pal Camilla on Sunday, I started immediately googling local races to sign up for. Then Matt reminded me I was ALREADY running in two races in the next two weeks already (The Race to Deliver in Central Park and a Turkey Trot with my family in Long Island on Thanksgiving). Perhaps I should focus more on training and less on purchasing entry to more races?
If any of you ran the marathon I would LOVE to hear your story! Let me know in the comments please.