I’m going to cut to the chase since this turned out to be a rather long post. So for all of you who would like to be spared the page long story . . . in a nutshell, I ran the New York City Half Marathon (13.1 miles) this morning in 2 hours, and 11 minutes. My first race ever as well as the longest distance I have ever run (by far) without stopping! Despite not being able to feel my legs, this was quite possibly one of the most amazing experiences of my life. How did I get myself into this mess?
My story begins last November at Morandi. I attended an intimate birthday dinner where one very charming and persuasive ABC weather girl, Heidi Jones managed to convince the entire table of 6 that running the New York City Half Marathon was a great idea. That is until the next morning when the wine wore off and suddenly the thought of doing 13.1 miles to a bunch of otherwise non-runners seemed doubtful. Some emails circulated, much grunting was done, but with