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.

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delivering near my office

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.

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Matt and Aman hiking near Bear Mountain

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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.

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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. 

OR if you’re inspired by the marathon to start running, check out this list of free run clubs in Manhattan.

Song of the week: “If you want to sing out, sing out” by Cat Stevens

Last week’s workouts:

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There is some real absentee blogger shit happening here.

Sorry guys. I had a crazy week. But I wanted to pop in to give a little update.

First, I lost my sneakers and with them my custom orthotics. I took an early morning class at the new Barry’s Bootcamp location (27th and Park). The class is hard but the real barbaric stuff happens in the locker room. After class, I raced to the locker room to shower.  I kicked off my shoes and put them under the sinks to quickly get in line for the showers (because there is always a line, even if it’s a brand new studio with 6 showers).

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Hello from southern Italy. I’m spending the week in Puglia with Matt and his family.

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we are here (the red pin)

Sunday afternoon, we were having a late lunch in the center of Ostuni, a beautiful town inhabited since the Stone Age and known for it’s old white buildings and skinny winding side streets. The historic center, where we were eating, is a fort-like and on top of a hill.

 

Across the piazza, we saw what looked like a race finish line. So, of course we inquired about it. Matt’s mom speaks fluent Italian, which comes in handy. We found out Ostuni, a town of about 30,000 inhabitants was having a 5K at 8pm tonight. The race leaders were expecting about 200 participants, and now they had 4 more. Matt, Dana (Matt’s sister), Gail (Matt’s mom) and I signed up. Robert, Matt’s dad was cheer captain and dutiful bag holder.

Ostuni Runners

how beautiful is Ostuni?

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