|Runners at the starting line.|
The SO's and my interest in the Brooklyn Half started about a year ago, when we were still living in SoHo. We were regular runners on the West Side Highway and frequently passed by runners proudly wearing their 2012 Brooklyn Half t-shirts. Not one to miss out on a t-shirt trend, I decided we needed to get those t-shirts and run the Brooklyn Half as well. We started training this past February, starting with three miles and then slowly building up to ten miles.
|The Tobacco Warehouse pre-party|
Last Wednesday night, we headed to the Tobacco Warehouse to pick up our bibs and t-shirts. The pre-party at the Tobacco Warehouse seemed fitting, since we had trained mostly in Brooklyn Bridge Park and had ran past the Tobacco Warehouse on numerous occasions. I can even remember when I had thought running past the Tobacco Warehouse seemed like a long run, and now we were about to run 13.1 miles. Otherwise, the pre-party at the Tobacco Warehouse was fun. I had never been to the Tobacco Warehouse at night, and the views of the Brooklyn Bridge are just magical. Looking at the night sky made me sad that we don't have stars in New York City. But we had live music and beer that night to prepare us for the race ahead, and I was feeling pretty good.
|Runners on the subway.|
|Pre-race stretching in the corrals.|
The pain didn't really start to set in for me until mile ten. My knees quivered, and at mile eleven, my left leg started to tingle to the point where I wondered if I would start to lose sensation in my leg. We slowed down enough to pick up cups of Gatorade - a drink I usually detest, but at that moment it tasted like an elixir from the gods - from the generous volunteers who were wonderful enough to dedicate their Saturday mornings to help out the runners. By mile 12, with the prospect of almost being done and the anticipation of being able to eat whatever I wanted, we decided to pick up speed. With tons of people cheering the runners on and a singer proclaiming that the race was over, we made our way to the Coney Island boardwalk and victoriously crossed the finish line.
|Coney Island post-race.|
|Like in grade school, everyone wins.|