Sunday, I ran a 4-mile race in the park called “The Race to Deliver.” This is very popular race for two reasons. The first is that the race benefits “God’s Love We Deliver,” a beloved NYC organization that delivers high-quality meals to people around the city too sick to cook or shop for themselves. The second reason is that it’s the first race post-marathon that most marathoners are recovered enough to run.
I hadn’t “raced” in a long time. I ran a 5K race a few weeks ago but alongside my friend from work, and I let her set the pace. The Race to Deliver wasn’t a goal race for me. I didn’t follow a dedicated training plan, but I was excited to get out there and see what I could do.
The day before the race, Matt and I went hiking with our friends Aman and Steph. The hike wasn’t especially long or strenuous, but it was steep. Hiking uphill is 100% fine for my ankle but headed downhill is where I get into trouble. (The descent is where I sprained my ankle in Colombia.) I didn’t get injured on Saturday’s hike but my ankle was definitely a little sore headed into Sunday.
