Run Dayna, Run, and run, and run...

Hi Folks,

*Exhibit A

Training is progressing.  I'm up to 12 mile runs now, and next Saturday will be my longest to date--14.  Fred's Team will be participating in a New York Road Runner-sponsored pre-Marathon training run.  As such, all participants receive the requisite participant bib.  Allow me to introduce myself.  I am "1167."  I always get a little rush when I receive my race bib and pin it on my jersey.  The ritual somehow solidifies my identity as a legitimate runner.  "I'm a runner.  Don't believe me?  Look, I'm wearing a bib!"  I must admit though; Getting this particular bib was a special thrill.  As you'll notice in Exhibit A,* the top of the bib includes the official ING New York City Marathon Logo.  This is the first piece of "gear" I've acquired that indicates I'm a sanctioned future-Marathon participant.  Yay--ish.

First the "Yay." Yesterday's run was terrific.  I ran from 97th Street and Riverside Park through to the Jersey side tower of the George Washington Bridge, then back.  6 miles out, 6 miles back. The views were breathtaking, particularly from the bridge.  Ignoring the toxic carbon monoxide emissions and the sobering reality of suicide hotline signs, the aesthetics from the running path were beautiful. The Hudson River glistened in the 8am sunshine.  Two specks could be seen kayaking below.  Running affords a wonderful opportunity to explore places from a new and different perspective.
Now the "ish".  When I completed those 12 miles I felt very pleased to be finished.  The reality of the marathon distance is seeping into my consciousness.  26(.2) never sounded like a big number---until now.  When I returned to my apartment after my foray to the GWB, it was 10am.  Apart from expressing a strong desire for spaghetti bolognese and a dose of Alleve, I was effectively useless for the remainder of the day.  For those who are mathematically challenged (I include myself among you) 12 isn't even half of 26.2.  The words "holy" and "sh*t" come to mind.

Before signing off, I'd like to direct your attention to the change in font style in Dayna's Marathon Blog.  Kudos to my brother, Adam, for his suggestion that the text would be easier to read in a not-all-caps font.  Goodbye "Walter Turncoat," Hello "Copse."

One step at at time,

Dayna

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