I did the NYC Half Marathon

Wtf, right?

My legs are dead. I couldn’t go one more step in the end. I was much slower than I was hoping for. But by god … I did something amazing. Fucking A.

For a moment after finishing the Half, I started having doubts about doing the Marathon. The Half felt SO HARD. But I am slowly coming back to being on track.

Dude, this Marathon is going to be INSANE. The Half gave you a preview about it. I cannot even – at this point – fathom thinking about doing ANOTHER half after this one is done.

I need to loose fat quickly. And need to keep the muscles good.

Let’s go dude.

(After a few days … )

Recap of the race

I started off a bit too strong. In fact, the first 6 miles were essentially at my 10k pace. I really wanted to break 3 hours on this marathon. But I wasn’t able to do it.

10k pace was good until I hit that bridge. Then, I hit my first “wall”. From the bridge to the UN I started to struggle.
And then BOOM, at the UN (which was about mile 9), I hit the wall. It was TOUGH as fuck. My thighs started to give out. I slowed down the pace a lot.

Mile 13 was the hardest too.

After the race was done, I could not walk. I was just dead. The thought about running ANOTHER half marathon (which is what I would have to do for the full marathon) made me depressed.

In general, I was pretty sad about my time and performance. It felt a bit useful to have even attempted this. How the hell am I going to redo such a race? And how am I going to do the Marathon?

You know what? I have to do it. I don’t give a fuck. I am going to shed the weight and start practicing the runs more. This is my only goal for this year. I am going to look back at this blog in November and marvel at this. I know at this moment I don’t feel ready at all. But I am going to move heaven and hearth to be able to finish this one.