It's not from the salad onions

I'm crying. I'm watching a show about the NYC triathlon and I always get teary when I look at people working extremely hard to reach a dream. When I think about how much training and dedication they put in to get to this competetion I can't help but get overhwelmed. There's a woman in a wheelchair talking about how a triatholon is a symphony- no one goes to a symphony for the last note, it's about all the movements along the way!

My exhaustion is contributing to my sappy urges. Today I ran in the New York Road Runners 'Tune Up' Race- an 18 mile course that took us three times around central park.



Today marks the 4 week count down till the New York Marathon which goes through all 5 boroughs and ends in central park. Due to an injury I've taken the last 4 weeks off from training, but have been given the go-ahead to do the race. Today's run was really well organized with shoe chips, water stations, huge starting events, and even a t-shirt! Even so, I was dead at the end and don't know how I'll be able to add on another 8 miles come race day.


I'll get to that finish line somehow! Colleen is coming up from Philly to run. Last time I saw her was when we met up in Alaska to run the Mayors Midnight Marathon.

On the run I kept passing food carts that sell pretzels,nuts, hotdogs, and icecream!! The promise of this is what kept me going mile after mile, just like an energizer bunny....




After the run I chilled on the grass and called Rachel in Nashville and Matt in Palo Alto to catch up. After all that, I didn't really feel like ice cream. Instead I went to the store and got yummy lox and some bengay. Come to think of it, maybe that's where the tears are coming from. Here's my worldy experienced advice: No matter how bad you pulled your groin, keep the BenGay away!