2:23:33 My Official NYC Half Marathon Time

I did it! I finished the NYC half marathon!
Going into the race today I wasn’t sure if I was going to make it. I hurt my knee four weeks ago snowboarding and it was horribly bruised and swollen. (Apologies to all the people I showed my knee to without warning.) It was so horrendous looking that even the doctor commented on it. I was afraid I had done something serious so I got an MRI to rule out any cartilage tears. Turns out it was just bursitis, which is inflamed bursa sacs in my knee. Nothing to do besides let it rest, ice it and and take an anti-inflammatory. The doctor said I could do a cortisone shot if the pain didn’t go away, but my friends who are doctors advised against it because 1. I am not 85 years old and 2. I am not a professional athlete.
So instead I rested, iced and ate Motrin like candy for 3 weeks. I debated a lot about whether to try and run the half at all because I didn’t want to make things any worse. I originally wanted to finish the race under 2 hours, but decided with the knee and lack of training, that I would still try to run it and simply crossing the finish line would be more than sufficient. I also read a lot of stories about how people who didn’t train at all managed to run full marathons, so there was some hope.
My plan for the race was to pace myself because it’s a (half) marathon, not a sprint. Duh. I honestly had no idea what to expect because the longest I’ve ever run is 6 miles. And I did that only one time. I don’t have a fancy GPS watch so I simply relied on the clocks at each mile marker. I drank some Gatorade at each water station and walked the big hills in Central Park.
After mile 5 my calves felt really tight so at each mile marker I would walk a minute or so and stop to stretch. At mile 7 I tried a tiny bit of PowerBar Gel goo stuff in strawberry banana flavor and it did not taste good. At mile 10 I knew there was no way I could finish in 2 hours so I set under 2:30 as my new goal time. Then it was mile 11 and just mind over matter at this point. Overall I felt fine except my calves were really hurting. I told myself that the faster I run these last 2 miles the sooner I’ll be able to stop.
I was ecstatic to see the “Only 800 meters” left to go sign. Even more ecstatic to see the “Only 400 meters” sign. The I saw the finish line and ran for it. A friend of mine was volunteering for the race and I saw her right after I crossed the finish line and gave her a big sweaty hug and basically cried in her arms. And if you know me, you know that I. do. not. cry. AT. ALL. But it was a strange cry.
It went like this:
“WAAAAAHHHHH”
“WAAAAAHHHHHOHMYGOODNESSIJUSTRANAHALFMARATHON”
“WAAAAAHHHHHHIMSORRYIDONTKNOWWHYIMCRYING”
And then it was over.
The tears disappeared and I was fine again. More than fine actually, I was feeling the runner’s high that everyone always talks about. Got my medal and took a photo. Still in shock that it all actually happened.
Now I’m going to sit for a long time and eat anything and everything. Happy that I’m done and have another thing I can check off my list.








