Usually when I go from Brooklyn to the west river of Manhattan I take the A, C, or E trains, maybe the J, M, Z and occasionally a taxi, but now I can add running to that list, though I wouldn't classify myself as a means of mass transportation. In doing this I completed 9 miles, my first run that crossed into the "holy shit" distances that I plan to keep to myself instead of yelling in front of a mother and her two kids. (which I did) Though my weekday runs are still relatively low in mileage, my end of the week runs are getting bigger and full of more obstacles and preparation. In choosing my desired route I had to manage friday morning traffic and consume water. Since I didn't have a water bottle or water stations, I slipped into a corner store half way into my run to grab a water, though in my hastiness came out with the largest bottle of gatorade which made it awkward to run and scored a few looks when I missed my face completely, trying to drink and run at the same time. Like Hal Higdon says in Marathon: The Ultimate Training Guide, "Walk through aid stations. You grab more fluids and drink more easily while walking." Thanks Hal, I'll take that advice more seriously next time.
My Route, out and back
(No, I was not riding one of those motorcycles from TRON)
I ran the 9 miles on friday versus saturday to make room for another summer wedding held in Long Island. It was Hannah's friend that was getting hitched and I was the poor mans VIP, or as it was referred on the placement card, "Plus One." The reception was a blast and all of Hannah's friends were hilarious, as I once again shamed my liver with an abundance of liquor.
Outside the Church with a sincere thirst
I have been getting better about the booze in relation to running, but even now as I right this, I am sipping on a Coors Light. (SILVER BULLET!) Finding that balance will be critical as I am Marshfield bound for a week with some friends and attempt to bring the mileage up to 10 miles. Anyone want a piggyback?
Holy Shit!
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