Well, let’s just add this morning’s run to the caravan of strugglebus runs that have made up this year’s marathon training.
I had 12 miles scheduled, and I ran around the southern tip of Manhattan. It was a gorgeous morning, and when I left around 7, there was hardly anyone out.
I fell on Friday and my legs were still a little beat up from my spill. I started off and hoped and prayed that they’d loosen up. I got down to the South Street Seaport area around mile 5.5…and the wheels fell off. I got to 6 miles, looked at my iSmoothRun app and got really frustrated with my pace. I’d been running at no faster than a 10:15-10:20 pace, nearly a minute slower than my long runs last year. WTF?
I was so tempted to bag it all. The run. The marathon. But I’m stubborn, and I wasn’t giving up the run or the race, so on I went after sending out a tweet to hold myself accountable.
FINE. I continued on and tried really hard to get out of my head, but I had trouble doing so. Eventually, I settled for appreciating the weather and being happy that I was almost done.
And that it was beach time!
And taco time. My friend Leticia and I talk about tacos a lot, and I’d never actually tried the tacos at Rockaway Taco before. (There is both a stand on the beach and a shack a few blocks away; the shack is the better one.)
I also hadn’t been to Rockaway since Hurricane Sandy. There’s still a lot of work to be done out there, but they also had some before and after pictures, and it’s come a long way since the storm. Rockaway is such a great beach because you can take the subway out there, and it’s free to get on the beach, so I was glad to see all the work that had gone into getting it ready again.
I’m also glad that Rockaway Taco was just fine.
THE GUAC ROOM. PLEASE FORWARD ALL OF MY MAIL HERE.
I had one chorizo taco and one fish taco, and then I laid on the beach and died of happiness.
What’s your favorite: post-run food? Taco? Beach?