So I realized I didn't write about my 15-almost 16-mile run two weeks ago. Here goes: it was hot. I wanted to stop after the first loop of Prospect Park, but I didn't. I made myself run 4 1/2 loops (by myself, on a Wednesday morning, before going out of town for the weekend). I had the company of a lot of podcasts to get me through it. I went to Maine the following weekend for a gorgeous (though hot and sticky) wedding, only to get an email on Friday evening saying that the mileage would be cut from 16 to 4 due to the extreme heat. (It was supposed to be over 100 degrees in the city, and my group was planning to meet at 5am to start). Needless to say, I was pretty annoyed that I'd pushed through 15ish miles in disgusting heat and humidity, but I was also glad I got it out of the way and could enjoy the wedding. I also lounged around like a slug all weekend without too much guilt, and ate a lot of delicious food.
Fast forward to this past weekend. Those of us who had done the 16 miles already (and there were quite a few, surprisingly) planned to run 6-8 miles in Central Park. The other marathoners were doing 16 and the half marathoners were doing 12. When I got to the park at 6:30 on Saturday morning, there was a huge group at Engineers' Gate, all surrounding Bill and George, who were decked out in tuxes for our "Red Carpet Aid Stop". Florida Dave said he thought they were gearing up to get married. Pretty hilarious. At one point, they both changed into running shorts and it kind of looked like they weren't wearing pants. The aid stop was great as usual, and we were able to visit multiple times, which made it even better. I was ok with running 6 miles, but the group pushed me to run another two, so I did the full 8. Then I came home and took an awesome 3 hour nap. Pretty much the best day ever.
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