I was fully prepared and excited to write my post about my awesome 12 miler. . . but then a monstrosity of a headache took over my life and rendered me lifeless on the couch in and out of consciousness. It's ok, I think I've made a full recovery.
Back to Saturday. I didn't really have a plan. I had no idea how I was going to get 12 miles in without going to CP. But I didn't want to go to CP. That was time on the train I didn't feel like wasting. It was already going to be a long enough morning. So, I left the apartment with the notion that there had to be a way I could run along the water on the southeast part of Manhattan. As I ran over the Williamsburg Bridge I saw it! A path people were running and biking on. I just had to figure out how to get there. . . .
(ps- just run up to Houston and go east)
Hello there, WB!
Sidenote, I totally love that you have to actually walk/ bike over the WB to know it's pink :-)
It was such a great view and I was stoked to run.
Now comes the re-entrance of the WB. I swear that bridge is so damn hot it's redonk! Half way up the ramp, I felt myself stop sweating and get chills. What a more perfect spot to possibly have something bad happen . . not. . .so I stopped and walked. When I tried to run again my hip seized up. . . so I had to walk the rest of the way. Boo.
I was so over my run. I realized all my runs were going to end like this from now on. The higher I get up in miles, the more the last couple of miles are going to suck. I had to keep reminding myself that I loved my run up until that point.
How do deal with a run ending bad but overall being good?