Yesterday I ran my second Brooklyn half-marathon. It was hot and a little painful, but overall a good time. It's funny, for each race that I don't train for properly, I always say, "I'm just out there to have fun. Who cares about my time!" But then, when the starting horn blares, I immediately switch into competitive mode like a greyhound. (Maybe it's a Pavlonian response from all those years of swimming?) The course was lovely, if a bit crowded, and I even saw friends cheering on the sidelines. After exiting the park, the next stretch was flat, sunny and hot. I even dumped water over my head like a real runner! Around mile 10, fatigue and cramps began to kick in. But my good friends Beyonce and Britney were right there with me until the Coney Island boardwalk, where I kicked it up a notch. The finish? 1:52 on the nose. I missed my best time by about a minute, but I'll take it, considering I didn't really train so much and was a little sore surfing and swimming. Now, I just have to do that race times two come November. Gah!
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