Well, it’s been almost a year since my last blog. I guess I’m just not really into blogging these days…
Most of you have probably already heard about what happened today from the news. This is my point of view:
I went to work like I do every day. Went to the gym at lunch so I could run 3 miles since I was a lazy bum this morning and couldn’t get up to run before work. Went back to work and was there for about 45 minutes. Then it happened. I felt the floor shaking under me. My office is on the 28th floor. I got that butterfly feeling in my stomach. My initial thought was plane in the building. The people around me were looking around and we started to ask if anyone else felt that. One person said something about it being similar to when the building shakes in the wind. Usually it creeks and sways, this felt different. Then I saw one group running for the elevator. Literally bolting for the elevator. They were saying that they didn’t know what it was but they were getting out of the building as fast as they could. My group got up to evacuate as well. We were taking the stairs though because we didn’t want to get trapped in the elevator. As we were going down the stairs (all 28 floors worth) other offices were evacuating as well. We heard announcements on some floors about the safety wardens investigating why the building was shaking. We kept going. Once we were finally outside we noticed A LOT of people waiting outside the building. Still not knowing what was going on, we went to our safe zone to meet the rest of our crew. On our way there we noticed a lot of other buildings in the area had people standing outside. I thought “ok, so it must not be a plane flying into our building, maybe it was a subway bomb.” Depending on the strength of the bomb maybe it could shake blocks all around midtown. Then we heard it was an earthquake in VA. Phew! It was just an earthquake. Next was waiting in the safe zone until we knew it was okay and safe to go back to the office. My boss decided that if we didnt’ feel safe going back to the office that we could work from home for the rest of the day. Most of my team went back to the office. I didn’t. I’ve been through my fair share of earthquakes when I lived in CA, but this one was different. I wasn’t outside jump roping with my girl scout troop, or at home and able to run into a doorway or sleeping though it at a hotel in San Diego. I was at work on the 28th floor. I wasn’t about to go back to work to feel an aftershock and have to go down 28 flights of stairs again. I went home. And I didn’t take the train. I walked. I didn’t want to get trapped underground in a subway car if there was an aftershock. So, I made it home safely, not a picture on my wall looks like it moved a centimeter, and worked from home the rest of the day. I hope everyone in VA is ok and they don’t have too much damage!
I did a 1/2 marathon yesterday. A 1/2 that I didn’t train for one bit. I finished in 2:40, my worst time ever. But hey, for a person that hasn’t run over 3 miles since November 7th and was sick the week before the 1/2, I didn’t do too bad. Did I mention yet that it was 14 degrees out when we started? I probably didn’t mention yet that after mile 3 I wanted to quit. But I kept going. That’s how serious I am about keeping my new years resolution. It’s only January…I can’t give up on it yet. At around mile 7 I found one of my friends. We stuck together and motivated each other for the rest of the race. She was sick last week too and wanted to quit at mile 4 but we both crossed the finish line together. Now I know exactly where I am (which is out of shape) and where I need to be for my next 1/2.
I normally don’t make New Years Resolutions. I have 2 for next year:
1. Make it to every race I sign up for. I’m sure you’re thinking that doesn’t really sound like something worthy of a New Years Resolution, but it is. I bailed out of 3 races this year that I signed up for. It always seems that Saturday morning races are followed by a rough Friday at work where going out for a drink after work sounds like a brilliant idea. And after the first drink, more drinks sound like an even better idea. After drink #3 I decide that making it to the race doesn’t sound like a good idea.
2. Doing 9 races and volunteering for 1 by the end of August. This will guarantee me entry into the 2012 NYC Marathon. Technically I have the whole year to do my 9-1, but I want to do it by August. I have to do at least 1 race per month starting in January. Have I mentioned yet that I hate running in the freezing cold?
Ok. So, those are my two resolutions. I think they’re doable.
Just found this video on youtube. Enjoy:
Sunday was the ING NYC Marathon. First and foremost I would like to thank everyone for their support and also Team Hole in the Wall for allowing me to participate in what was the most amazing experience of my life. Words can not describe how awesome this was, but I’ll try.
After several months of training, it was time for the party! The party started at 5:30am when it was time to meet the bus to head out to Staten Island. We got to Ft. Wadsworth around 7:00am and waited in the cold at Charity Village until it was time to line up in our corrals. Since I was in the last of 3 waves, my corral didn’t open until 9:55…fortunately we had a tent to shield us from the wind so the 38 degree morning wasn’t as bad. The gun went off for my group at 10:40 and we were off. Let me tell you something about the Verrazano – guys are gross and they pee off of it because they can’t make it the almost 2 miles across without having to go. I didn’t witness anyone doing that, but I heard rumors that that’s what they do…so I was told to stay in the middle of the bridge to avoid getting peed on. For those men that had to go and could hold it found somewhere to go the second they got off the bridge. That I did see. Once we were off the Verrazano, we were in Brooklyn. People were lined up on the streets cheering everyone on, high-fiveing as many runners as they could and even handing out tissues because our noses were running! I had my name on my jersey so strangers were calling my name cheering me on…it was hard to stop and walk in Brooklyn. I passed a girl with the greatest slogan on her shirt; it said “arrgggg…I thought they said RUM!” I want that shirt. By the time we were out of Brooklyn, we were halfway done with the race! I finished the first half with my personal best 1/2 marathon time – under 2.5 hours. Let me tell you, I was stoked! We crossed over the Pulaski Bridge into Queens. My favorite sign in Queens was decorated like a MetroCard and said “unlike the MTA you run.” When we got to the Queensboro bridge I decided it was time to walk for a bit so I would have plenty of energy to take on 1st Avenue. I think a lot of other people were thinking the same thing on the bridge. As I was walking I got a little misty eyed thinking about what I was doing and about the kids I was helping. What can I say? I’m a girl – sometimes we get emotional. When we neared the end of the bridge it was time to start to run again. Rounding the corner from the bridge onto 1st Ave was also amazing. There were so many people screaming and cheering for us. The Team Hole in the Wall cheering section was at mile 17. When I got close I saw my dad at the front of the section and then I saw my mom. Then Pete, the coordinator of the team, called my name over the bullhorn for everyone around to hear. Once I got past them, all I could smell was the beer that the spectators were holding. They must have stepped out of the nearest pub to cheer us on before going back in. Man, that really made me want to finish so I could have one! We followed 1st Ave up through Harlem and into the Bronx. We were only in the Bronx for a little over a mile, but it wasn’t as energetic as the rest of the burrows. We went back into Harlem on 5th Ave. We only had about 5 miles left and I was starting to feel it. My feet hurt, my legs hurt, I was exhausted. I knew I only had a little more to go so I kept pushing it. Once I got to mile 23, I had to walk. A lot. I walked and walked and walked, then I ran for a little bit. I did that for the next 2 miles. Once we were out of Central Park I knew I only had about 3/4 of a mile to go. I stepped up my game and did a slow jog until I crossed the finish line. Someone handed me my medal, I stopped to get my picture taken with it, then I was handed a bag filled with snacks, water and gatorade and then they handed me my mylar blanket. I followed the herd to pick up my bag from bag check and then left the park. Despite the blanket, I was freezing. It was in the 40s and starting to get dark. I was in shorts and a short sleeved jersey. I met my parents at a local sports club so I could shower and put on some warm clothes and then we headed to the team after party for some snacks. After that, it was time to go home and crash!
My official time was 5 hours, 30 minutes and 30 seconds. My place was 39,545 out of 44,829 runners. I didn’t beat Subway Jared but I did beat the Chilean Miner.
I signed up today for the lottery for next years Marathon. Anyone else want to sign up?!?
p.s. I slept with my medal in my hand on Sunday night because I was so proud of it. I know, I’m a dork.
I can’t believe it’s already October and the last blog I posted was in June. Well, what can I say? Not much is really going on in my world. Basically, running has taken over my life. I just started “dry for October” and I’ve already designated Fridays as “no fun Friday.” The marathon is in just over 1 month. 34 days to be exact. Yesterday I ran 4 miles and then did a 1/2 marathon in Central Park. Good times. Next weekend I’m doing my 20 mile run and then I’m starting to taper. Honestly, I can not believe how fast these last few months have gone by.
Halloween is just around the corner. I was going to be Rainbow Brite, but the costume was waayyyy too short so I sent it back. I’m 30 now, I can’t be wearing costumes that short anymore. I can still wear costumes that are short, just not THAT short. The shorts I bought to wear under the costume didn’t help make the situation any better.
It’s almost time for the mid-term elections. Nope, not telling you who I’m voting for…but I’m really sick of all the campaign commercials. Luckily, I watch most of my shows from my dvr so I can just fast forward through those obnoxious things.
I’ve been to quite a few concerts lately…my favorite band, Eli Young, was here last month. Roger Creager was here last weekend. Miranda Lambert was here with Josh Kelly and Eric Church a few days ago. The Rescues (they’re in a very close 2nd place to EYB, it’s possible they will knock them out of first place…stay tuned!) are going to be here next month AND so will Randy Rogers Band, Reckless Kelly and Robert Earl Keen. Let me tell you, that is going to be an amazing concert! Music is Life.
Well, that’s all folks!
You know how when you have a large group of people at dinner the check situation always turns out the same? You just end up splitting the check by the number of people there. I hate when that happens. I went the a bachelorette party last night. We had dinner and then bottle service at a restaurant/club in midtown. Once the appetizers were ordered (which I didn’t want because I wasn’t really that hungry) I knew we were going to end up splitting the check, which super sucks because I only ate/drank about 20 bucks worth. Plus tax and tip I shouldn’t have paid over 30…and that includes a lot of tax and a lot of tip. I had to pay over $40. Ok, fine. I don’t want to be the bitchy friend so I won’t complain…I’ll just blog about it today.
Have you ever had bottle service at a club? It’s a cool concept, I guess, when you have a big party and you all are okay with drinking the same thing, but they charge you $100+ for a crap bottle of vodka. And you can’t get just one bottle, you have to get a package. So we had 8 girls trying to polish off 2 bottles of vodka and 1 bottle of Champaign. When I left, there was still 1/2 a bottle of vodka left…I hope they finished it, but I don’t want to know how hung over they are today.
All in all, the night was a lot of fun. I went to another gathering after I left the bachelorette party, which I didn’t leave till 4am. No way was I going to wait forever to take a train and then walk the 8 blocks back to my apartment so I put myself in a cab and was home, in bed and fast asleep by 4:30.