11/01/10 - 11/07/10 - Week Total: 26.2
I registered for the New York City Marathon, NYCM, with the thought that I would not get in. I really didn't want to run two marathons this year, and Eugene, May 2010, was the chosen one.
Lottery day on April and I'm in. What were the odds? With a bone bruise and a 3-month resting period ahead of me I was concern on how the training would go for NY. Surprisingly, it went well. I purposely under-trained, but I knew that I was ready for the race. More important, it would be an opportunity to spend the best of times with my daughter who would fly from DR to NY for the race. I hadn't seen her for more than a year.
Pre-race time: Caught a red-eye from Seattle to New York on Wed 03rd; went to Brooklyn to pick up my daughter; checked in at the Grand Hyatt at 42nd; expo on Friday; got bib and D-tag; my shirt with my name on; met Dathan Ritzenhein, former 5000m American record holder; met Tyson Gay, current 100m American record holder; did nothing on Saturday but a manicure with daughter; carboloaded at Carmine's.
Race day: Up at 6 am; dressed with my beautiful Americana outfit; breakfast two cups of coffee and two bananas; a very cold but sunny morning with 15 mph wind; at 7 am a NY yellow cab to Staten Island ferry terminal; a ferry ride with daughter to Staten Island; a kiss to daughter and goodbye. Bus shuttle ride to the start area; nice chat with Douglas, a local runner; clothes to the UPS truck; porta potty; getting into my corral; more talking with more runners; porta potty INSIDE the corral (this was wonderful); moving forward; getting to the start line; God Bless America song; New York, New York by Frank Sinatra; tears in my eyes remembering my dad playing this song in piano; warmy and disposable fleece sweater and fleece/windbreaker pants are removed; ready, set, go!!!
Staten Island, Verrazano bridge, crossing The Narrows, a tidal strait separating the boroughs of Staten Island and Brooklyn. A very steep uphill (150 ft elevation in 3/4 of miles), manageable due to the enthusiasm of the start and the thousands of people running at my side... this makes me forget the hill. Then a steep and longer downhill (200 ft decline in a whole mile); a slight hill-related pain at the bottom of my left leg. Verrazano is over, so is the leg pain.
Brooklyn at mile 2, suddenly after crossing the Verrazano I see THE CROWD. I couldn't believe it, hundreds of hundreds of NY people cheering for us. With my name on my shirt the only thing I heard was: Go Lizzie; You can do it Lizzie; You're looking good Lizzie; Lizzie, you're awesome; Lizzie bring it on. Lizzie, Lizzie, Lizzie; An old lady yelled: Lizzie, you look great, kid (that sounded terrific); Lizzie, stars and stripes, baby; Lizzie, go USA. ....Mile after mile after mile I felt like the star of the stars and only due to the amazing crowd. How does a race like that go bad? Impossible.
Queens at half point. Mile 13 and the crowd continues, and between bands of music Lizzie, Lizzie is the only thing I hear. I lost my left glove when having my GU and this was bad, it was very cold, low 40's with chill factor - gusts up to 25 mph. Entered in Queensboro Bridge crossing the East River. Same elevation gain as the Verrazano (150 ft elevation in 3/4 of mile) with the slightly difference that I have 15 miles in my system. This was the toughest portion of the race. As we are "inside" a bridge, there is no crowd, the only thing to hear is the difficult breathing of all runners, including mine. Downhill is not as hard as the Verrazano, 150 ft decline in 3/4 of miles.
Manhattan, at mile 16 with all its glory. 1st Avenue, My, Oh My. The crowd goes crazy and so I go. One of my best miles. I ran like if it was the start of the race. I felt obliged to "my" fans. More Lizzie, Lizzie, way to do it, Lizzie. You are there Lizzie; Lizzie, you are almost there!!! I wanted to cry, it was unbelievable.
Bronx, mile 19, crossing Harlem River on Willis Avenue Bridge, a concrete bridge AND my legs could feel it. The crowd is thinning out but still supporting. Music, and more music. I feel great. I have only a 10K ahead of me.
Back in Manhattan, mile 21, Harlem, with amazing type of Gospel choirs. Spirit lifting. At mile 22 I heard a couple of kids saying: Run mommy, run... looked up and saw a video in a big screen: two kids cheering for their mom... Immediately, the unexpected: MY DAUGHTER was on the big screen, on a video she recorded at the expo: Mom, I love you. Te amo cero (*), and a banner saying MUMI !!! I cried. Pointing at the screen I told everybody: That's my daughter. What were the odds of passing by the screen when they were showing my daughter's video? That was fuel for the 4 miles to go. Fifth avenue was amazing, more Lizzie, Lizzie, you have already won. Lizzie, a couple of miles to go. Lizzie you did it. Bordered Central Park before mile 23 and I am only waiting for the one-mile hill that everybody talks about. Never saw it. Never felt it. It's not hilly for a Seattleite (50 ft gain in one mile). Mile 24, entered in Central Park. It's packed with fans. I felt so good, never tired. Fans moved me forward. At mile 25.5 in front of the Plaza Hotel we turned west to finish the race. Again, the unexpected. I heard: MUMI... and my daughter was there, first row. I hugged her tight and kissed her. Her cheeks were cold, her hug was warm. More fuel for my last 0.7 miles. Lizzie, you got it. 800 meters, then 400 meters. I slowed down, and a guy cried: Lizzie, DON'T!!! and I ran to the finish line, crossed it, kissed the ground, got my gorgeous medal and conquered New York.
I got interviewed and had the opportunity to be thankful to whom really deserved it: the NY crowd " I heard my name about 100 times per mile, for a total of 2,600 times, that was simply amazing. The best marathon experience I've had so far, thanks exclusively to the NY people".
I walked about 3 miles after the race. We, runners, walked about one-hour going North, before leaving Central Park. Met daughter at Columbus w/77th. The streets were full of marathon runners walking towards downtown covered with heat blankets. I was warm with the blankets and my hand heaters. Got into a Starbucks that happened to be full of Venezuelans...what are the odds? Changed clothes; got a hot cappuccino; ate deli-snacks that Ale brought for me; chatted for more than one hour with fellow runners; left to meet HildaT, elementary/high school class mate (she flew to NY as her daughter also ran NYCM); went dinner with her and our daughters; wine on the house due to our gorgeous medals around our necks.
The best of times is now. What's left of Summer but a faded rose? The best of times is now. As for tomorrow, well, who knows? So hold this moment fast, and live and love, as hard as you know how. And make this moment last because the best of times is now.
Now, not some forgotten yesterday. Now, tomorrow is too far away. So hold this moment fast, and live and love, as hard as you know how. And make this moment last, because The Best Of Times Is Now.
|With elementary/high school class mate Hilda Machado who went to NY to cheer for her daughter Adriana. Adriana ran a fantastic 4:17 race.|
PS: If you are going to run New York City Marathon, you need to do two things in this order:
1) Have a shirt with your name on
2) Train for a marathon
3) No Ipod. Not necessary AT ALL...
Love you ALL!!!!