Sorry to make you wait one whole day for a recap, but Sunday was a whirlwind! I woke up around 5:30 to run at 7:45, shower during the bridal shower, jump on a plane and home snuggling this little one by 7PM.
Starting with Saturday, we stopped by the expo (literally for 3 minutes so I only have this picture)
Then we rushed off to The Standard. According to my NYC girls, this is THE place to have a drink, which would be great if I could. The view…
and the bathrooms… ALL glass.
I seriously felt like I was going to face plant it on the sidewalk below with my pants around my ankles. Sorry for the visual.
That night we went to Colicchio & Sons for the most gourmet dinner you’ve ever had. If you’re in NYC or ever go there you can NOT pass up this restaurant. Combinations you’d never imagine that tasted like heaven. Of course I carb loaded with pizza, sea urchin stew, polenta cakes, white asparagus with grapefruit, fennel, arugula… the list could go on and on (sorry Syd if I missed something). But what really got me across the finish line Sunday…
YUM! Chocolate chip cookie dough parfait with walnuts.
So that morning, my friend’s husband had randomly decided to run the race after getting a bib the day before. Sidenote- he had never run over 3 miles. Luckily he did because I would’ve never made it to the race and back.
The course was amazing, with only a few hills all done by mile 6 and completely flat road through Times Square to Wall Street. I honestly almost started crying running through Times Square (hormones) just because of the rush, and because I saw a mom stop her running to go kiss her daughter in the stroller. Again, hormones.
My only race picture (see my arm in the left corner?)
I had just wanted to finish the race, no pressure. Except my name is Emma and there’s not one non-competitive bone in my body. So, when I started to feel fast around Mile 5, I pushed probably a little too hard until Mile 13.1. My knee really started throbbing around Mile 9, but my stubborness said to ignore it. I’m definitely paying for that now! Guess I should’ve run more than 15 miles a week all on the shock-absorbing treadmill.
The NYC Half results page has me starting with the wrong wave, so my official time is off there. My watch told me 1:41:00, for what that’s worth. Either way, I’ll take it. I managed to escape in the one building open at the end of the course (so odd, don’t those restaurants want to make $?!) and snap this picture.
Baby bump and race bling.
My friend’s husband scored a time under 2 hours on his FIRST attempt to run over 3 miles. Crazy.
I would most definitely run that race again next year. However, I’d have to nail a pretty fierce half time by next December to qualify again, which will probably not happen thanks to a certain present we will be receiving in August!
Post race and post shower, we showered one of my best friends for her upcoming wedding.
This was the best weekend, but I was so excited to get back to little Miss G. Will I be running another race pregnant? Yes, the Monument Ave 10K in 2 weeks. Will I be running another half pregnant? Probably not. My body is mad at me and doesn’t feel like there’s an end in sight!
How was your weekend?
Where are you must-go-to restaurants in NYC or any other city?
Do you have any races coming up?