A couple of weeks ago, I ran the New York City half-marathon with my little sister, who lives in Manhattan not far from Central Park. We fueled up on significant quantities of Mexican food the night before, and arose at what can only be considered an unseemly hour the day of the race. "Race," however, is an interesting word for the whole phenomenon because I was certainly not trying to beat anyone at anything. My goal was, essentially, just to finish.
Which I did. And, I had a pretty good time doing it. The first eleven miles or so were actually fairly easy, and it wasn't until the last couple of miles that I found myself having to frequently refocus and come up with distracting things to contemplate while running along. There were 20-odd thousand other people running, so I suppose the effect of mass momentum cannot be underestimated.
My overall review: it was super fun, and I would definitely do it again, but I don't think that there is a full marathon in my future. I don't think. Although I'll be the first to admit that doing things that seem really hard and having them go relatively well is good for morale...
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