Yes, this evening’s run home was a recovery run, but not really from any work-out. Rather, from a work-in. I’ve had two brutal days in the office, 10+ hour days, with today’s being on less than 5 hours of sleep. I am sure that for New York City, this kind of schedule is unremarkable; in fact, it is unremarkable for me, even. Except there’s no way I can run home & log a sub-10-minute-mile pace on less than five hours of sleep. It’s just not gonna happen. So instead I ran perfect 10’s, which got me sweaty but I was comfortable the whole way, even on the final half-mile ascent to my corner, which has been kicking my butt the past month. (I live for the day 9-minute miles feel like a light jog. ) I was appreciative that my bridge was no where near as crowded as it had been last week; I’m hoping once the novely of warm weather wears off, the daytrippers will go back to their happy hours and taxicab commutes. (No judgement! That’s still me every couple of months or so.)
Signed up today for the first of the Media Challenge series of races in Central Park. It’s in June, and is an informal series of races between various media companies here in the city — the New York Times, Conde Nast, NewsCorp, etc. Last year, my company took the title. Oh yeah, that’s right. They are fun races to compete in–the field is small, so it’s a great opportunity to really try out some racing tactics, pick off runners, and nurture a good grudgefest from race to race throughout the season.
Its important for everybody to have a nemesis. Find a girl in NewsCorp competing several races (preferably someone with a menacing unibrow). Give her dirty looks while you stretch and taunt her as you blow by her during the 5K. You could have the mother of all grudgefests
I just like to say “grudgefest.” Grudgefest. Grudgefest.