Where dreams are made of?
I had the privilege this past weekend of running Central Park. Christian had to go to NYC for work on Friday and since I was unemployed for two days, I tagged along. It was a beautiful morning for a run (though freezing cold) and I was excited to get 8 miles under my belt.
However, as it turns out, there are #mountainsinCentralPark.
Ok, maybe a bit exaggerated. But seriously. I felt like I was running uphill the entire time. For anyone who lives/runs in Chicago, you know we have a very flat terrain. My body, lungs, old lady hip, mind, etc. were not prepared for this.
Even though it was a complete b*tch, I was really thankful for the opportunity because the 1/2 marathon does almost a full lap around Central Park. At least now I have an idea of what to expect the day of the run.
I am pretty disappointed I didn’t get any photos of Central Park that day (it truly was a gorgeous winter day in NYC), but I guess I was too busy trying not to die. So whatev.
UPDATE* I went and saw a real doctor and was officially diagnosed with Exercise Induced Asthma or EIA (#coachdontquityourdayjobyet). Was prescribed an inhaler and am interested to see if that helps with my breathing.
Just over 5weeks until the half marathon and I am still waiting for it to get easier. Will be resting my hip and ankle for a few days, but plan to run 9 miles this weekend. Wish me luck!