Marathon training has begun. This makes me a constantly hungry, constantly achy, constantly tired, tiresome woman, who constantly talks about running. I am not as irritating as I was when I was a Newly-Minted Marathoner; an Evangelist preaching the Gospel of Galloway (for the uninitiated, this refers to Jeff Galloway’s foundational marathon training regime, which most marathoners have encountered at some point in their distance-running days).
But I am still that same, irritating runner who goes out on a sticky Saturday morning and bangs out a 15-miler before 11am, like it’s nothing. And I am still like a rabid, caged animal when someone keeps me out too late, or something stands between me and a weekend distance run.
In the spirit of covering The Distance, one thing we did last year, which I loved, was run Summer Streets.
You see, in August, the City closes Park Avenue, from 72nd all the way Downtown to where it turns into Lafayette, down to the Brooklyn Bridge, and puts water stations throughout. The course is generally friendly to runners and walkers alike. It is, in a word, fantastic.
Amy, Rebex, and I ran it last summer, and met up with Rebex’s lovely friend Jeanine, who was also supposed to be running NYC 2012. All in all, a perfectly lovely adventure.
If you haven’t had the chance to check it out, don’t miss it this year — 3 Saturdays in August, 7am – 1pm. It’s a great way to see the City; a great way to get out and meet fellow New Yorkers; a really fun way to break out of a running rut or to get off the West Side Highway, or the Loop in Central Park.
(Throughout the month of June, I’ll be writing a series of New York-related posts, and/or inviting some friends to guest post about their New York experiences, to celebrate my eight years in New York City.)