Did you know that training for a marathon during the holidays leads to limited opportunities for the long runs that one needs in order to get ready for a marathon?
I should have known. I think I was in denial.
For two Saturdays, I missed my long runs and spent the rest of the week trying to cobble miles together in parking lots, town circles, and neighborhoods while still spending as much time as I could with the people I love.
Eventually though, I had to do something about the 20 miler that was following me around from state to state.
It's not easy to find somewhere to run 20 miles. Especially when you're not in your usual, familiar running environment.
I kept pushing it back, hoping that inspiration would strike while I was home in Staten Island, and a 20 mile route would miraculously present itself, like in a dream or a vision.
It didn't happen.
I got desperate and posted a whiny status on Facebook, hoping one of the crazy running people I know would be like "I have a route! I'll join you!"
Then it hit me. Inspiration.
I could run to the ferry from my Grandma's house (I estimated it would be about 5 miles), take the ferry to Manhattan, and run along the waterfront on the West Side. I thought this was a brilliant idea. I have always wanted to run that particular route, having walked a large portion of it with my Mom during our city jaunts.
I had to make a series of promises to my husband, including running with my phone, texts at various points, and using the Road ID app so he could keep tabs on me.
Nothing could damper my enthusiasm. He could have asked me to hire 2 giant thugs to follow me, secret service style, and I would have agreed.
I was very excited.
|it was very foggy|
Even the heavy fog that made every street look like a creepy scene from a horror movie didn't bother me. I bounded my way down to the ferry and took my 5.5 mile smelly body right onto that boat and tried to stand as far away from the other passengers as I could.
As soon as the boat docked, I was off and running towards Battery Park where I took a very rare selfie of myself.
The miles positively flew by. I was looking around at buildings, people watching, making sure I knew where I was and how to get home. It was lovely.
|The Intrepid. It is very big.|
I made it back to the ferry, stopped at Starbucks (which I paid for using my Starbucks app - greatest thing ever), and called my husband to come pick me up.
It was one of the best running days I have ever had. 20 mile training run DONE.