That well-intentioned, but now dreaded half marathon is coming up and I’m filled with annoyance that I signed up for the damn thing. My 10k last week was really rough and getting my runs in this week has been torture. Yesterday felt like 99* with humidity so I walked and promised I’d long run today.
I woke up. Told myself to at least run 4. Then do 4 more this evening. Split it up.
I walked outside and it felt gloriously…chilly? I guess not “chilly” but it was in the 60s and that, indeed, was amazing.
I begin these runs with very rough ideas of where I’m going and use it as a way to tour the city. I’ve run the Brooklyn Bridge and thought I’d give the Manhattan Bridge a try.
It ended up being a gorgeous day and I had a great run all through Brooklyn.
Thank goodness too, because I was getting a bit depressed about my running funk.
Sometimes you just need one win, you know?
And now, of course, pretty pictures from the bridge
I just can’t get over how pretty this city is.