Saturday morning was a perfect time to stay in a nice warm bed, drink some hot coffee and peruse the Times with a blanket and multiple layers of warm clothing. Because it was 14 degrees out with a windchill of 6.
I tried not to think of this as I prepared to run the NYRR Manhattan Half Marathon in Central Park. I fueled up with two pieces of Ezekiel sprouted grain cinnamon raisin toast with peanut butter, blueberries and Smart Balance.
Layers are tricky when the weather is that cold, but I decided on wearing two pairs of tights, two long sleeved shirts and a light jacket and two pairs of gloves (no photo – I was in a bit of a rush!).
What saved my hands from freezing off were these brilliant creations – Hot hands
I carried these babies in my hands for the whole race and was toasty and warm. Maybe the layers of tights were a bit much – they made the legs feel a bit heavy and kind of weird.
I warmed up by running to the start, which is about 2 miles, and got to the corrals with about 15 minutes before the race started. As expected, the hills in CP were fairly ass-kicking, so I repeated some advice from Sarah over and over in my head and “let the hills determine my pace.”
Here are the deets:
NYRR says my official time was 1:49:50, about 8:23/mile. I finally achieved my goal of breaking 1:50:00, and feel pretty good that it was on such a tough course in such hellish weather, and I really felt like the pace was fairly easy. I want to run a half in better conditions/course to see what happens! I cooled down by running home, which was another 1.25 miles, bringing my total for the day to about 16.5 miles.
Another thing that got me through this race was a brunch date with Lindsey, who was also crazy enough to run the race.
Yorkville Creperie was our destination
I can’t think of anything I’d rather look forward to after a long, cold run than warm crepes filled with delicious goodness. So after we showered we met up at this great joint, right in the ‘hood.
I’m super indecisive, so having to decide between a sweet or savory crepe, and then between all of the delicious choices was tough. I decided on the “Protein” crepe – peanut butter, banana and granola.
Lindsey had the “Country” crepe with strawberries, banana and nutella, which also looked amazing.
Needless to say, we inhaled them. I’ve decided that girl talk and crepes should be mandatory after every long run or race – what a great start to the weekend 🙂
Question: What’s your favorite way to start a weekend? Have you ever had a crepe (and if so, sweet or savory?)?