Running

There were only two races in the first quarter of 2018 that I had on my calendar: the Washington Heights 5K and the NYC Half. Since January, it's only been about training and patiently waiting one week at a time.

I was 17 miles into the Chicago Marathon when I panicked. I was cruising miles 11 through 15 at low 6:20s pace per mile, just barely reaching into the marathon goal pace of 6:17 pace per mile. Suddenly, I felt an intense pain in my left abdomen.

It’s been close to two weeks after the NYC marathon and I still don't know how to put everything that has happened into words. The feelings of pride, happiness, sadness, determination, and emptiness still lingers.

I'm overwhelmed and my heart is beginning to race as the plane prepares to take off. I then grin as I see my siblings' excited and nervous faces as we lift off; and with that we are off to Chicago!

The past few months have been crazy and I'm still trying to process and understand it all. I will write another blog post to try and summarize the past few months, but for now I'll discuss the four minutes and fifty six seconds it took to get a new PR at the NYRR New Balance 5th Ave Mile.

Another race, another personal best record broken. To be fair, I don't race too many 10Ks and the last one before the Scotland Run was in July of 2015...

It's 4:55 AM on a cold Sunday morning as I excitedly get ready for the NYRR United Airlines NYC Half. The prospect of having a great race made me nervous the whole morning and I couldn't keep my thoughts at bay. My father, who was about to tackle his first half marathon, and I get ready and leave, slowly running to the train station.