Day 210

Big big sigh! I am worn out. Today was a very good day. It started off really interesting. I woke up at 6:00 a.m. and I started my pre-race ritual—Water, food, stretch, and shower. I was not rushed, Ellison was taking care of Adjei, and everything was great. I left a good hour and a half before the race started, so I had plenty of time. Mind you, I was just going to another part of Brooklyn for this race. I only had to take one train. Well, I didn’t check the scheduled train work and there weren’t any signs at my station indicating there was going to be an issue. To make a long story short, I end up taking three trains to get to the race, thus making me 10 minutes late. It took me 1 hour and 40 minutes to get to another part of Brooklyn! So I get to the park and I’m sprinting trying to find the starting line and there just isn’t much guidance. I was told to go right so I’m running right and then all of a sudden I read 1 ½ mile. I knew that was wrong for me because I hadn’t even started. So I turn around and guys on bikes are screaming “wrong way!” I couldn’t find any of the racers and I was already like 40 minutes into the race. Prospect Park is huge. So I’m running around like a mad woman and I end up in a remote construction area where there are strange men walking around. I started to get really upset because at this point I really just wanted to finish the race. I run into these ladies and they’re like “How was the race?!” And I’m like, “I’m lost, I need to know where the finish line is.” They say, “Well, we’re pretty sure it’s not here.” NO REALLY?! So they point me to the direction of 15th street and I finally found the finish line. I was the very last person to cross the finish line. In fact, they took down the “Finish” blow up right after I crossed. I don’t even know how much I ran but it feels like it was more than three miles. I was running off and on for more than an hour. I am in so much pain. I was so close to leaving in tears and just saying fuck it but I was determined to at least finish. I’m proud that I kept going even though everything was going wrong. Good lord, I am so pooped.

Tomorrow I will go on a bike ride with the family and relax. I also need to get ready for my Miami trip. Oh and I lost two pounds this week. Woo Hoo!