I Ran the New York City Marathon
Training: Month 2Mid-August
Two weeks later in Central Park I was starting to see a few familiar faces. I had faith that running with like-minded people would make the time go faster and the run easier. We were doing "hill" workouts, in which you "attack" the hill. Legs up, arms swinging, body slightly forward and full speed ahead. It's brutal and found my entire being -- inside and out -- shaking in torture. But it's crucial to do in preparation for some of the hills you hit on the course. One very peppy runner introduced herself and told me her strategy.
"I think of hills as my friends and picture them smiling at me. When I go up, I smile at them. It really helps!" she chirped. I must have looked at her like she had two heads because she quickly added, "Oh, I mean, it doesn't work for everyone, but it works for me. Uh, soooo, do you have a strategy?"
I had to bite my tongue from saying what I felt. Smiling? Friends? Not so much. In fact, I have scowled and spit upon nearly every hill in my life. And, if I'm going to anthropomorphize a hill, it is going to have a fiery rod and horns. It is not my pal.
I made it through the run, cursing at the devil the entire time. But I would have never forced myself to run a hill that hard if it weren't for the team training. And on the subway home that night, I even chuckled to myself about the Ms. Optimistic Hill Girl. Maybe I can enjoy this.
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