I make it a point never to carryover blog ideas (or drafts) from one year to the next. That being said, I didn’t want to lose the opportunity to briefly write about the Manhattan Half Marathon that I participated in on January 27, 2013.
I had wanted to run the Manhattan Half since I saw the pictures taken on the day of the 2011 race, where thousands of amazing runners made the 2 1/4 laps around Central Park in a frigid 14°F weather. I remember wanting to be one of those determined people.
Then in the first days of 2013, a trip to the East Coast unexpectedly drop on my work calendar.
Race day was just beautiful. A light snow had fallen two nights before but things had warmed up nicely. The roads weren’t slippery, but there was still a nice dusting of snow all around the park.
At the start of the race the temperature was just shy of 21°F but it had warmed to a balmy 24°F by the time I finished. Memorable was the fact that the cups of water at the aid stations often had a layer of ice on top. That was a new experience for me.
I had no time expectations for this race, given the temperature and rolling hills. Through the 6 mile mark, I knew I was doing well and eventually ended up with this being my second fastest half marathon.
After the race, I went back to my hotel, showered, packed and met up with my father and my brother. We had a celebratory lunch at Serendipity and then, as is my norm when I run in New York, I raced to catch a plane.
If you ever get the chance to run this race, do it.