Last week, Brad, Emily, and I woke up at 3:50 am, piled into the green machine, and zoomed down to New York to watch the men's marathon Olympic trials. After 30 minutes of driving around the city looking for parking at 7:00 am on a Saturday, we found a broken meter, thanked zeus, grabbed a couple of extra hot lattes, and headed toward Central Park where the race was held.
We managed to see the guys 11 or 12 times on the course, it was really spectator friendly - hoards of us were running back and forth across the park to watch the runners as many times as we could! The race unfolded in spectacular fashion and most of our friends ran really well. I'll add a couple of pictures soon.
Toward the end of the race, Emily heard from her brother that Shay had died on the course. Cause of death: unknown. We were shocked. The emotional high that soared through the park fizzled away over the next few minutes as Emily's brother tried to find out more information for us. Even now, the running community is totally shocked and devastated.
On a lighter note, after we left the park, we grabbed a great quick lunch (roast beef sandwich for Brad, veggie panini for me), met up with another friend, and headed to a gigantic Barnes and Noble to hide from the cold as we killed a few hours before our own race in the Bronx.
Our own race was cold, hilly, and loads of fun! We met up with about 15 of our teammates and we all seemed happy with our races. Cold and sore, Brad, Emily, and I hopped back in the car immediately following our cool down jog and drove back to Boston. We dropped Emily off at about 8 pm, grabbed thai food, took showers, and were in bed by 10 pm. What an awesome day.
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