One thing that I really need to do is write down a bucket list of things that I must do in New York City. Some of these, of course, have already been marked off the list, but others I need to work on. Last night, I had the opportunity to check off “go clubbing in NYC.”
For some background, I’m not much a clubber. I don’t have a lot of rhythm and usually there’s a million other things on my mind to do first. We went to Pacha and since we were on the birthday list for Dayna, we got some special treatment.
There was a DJ playing for his birthday that night, Arty. It was a lot of fun! We were too busy dancing to even bother buying the drinks which is fine because they were super expensive. Oh, and I did learn that I am not the most off-beat dancer in the universe. So that’s a little relief.
We left around 3 a.m. and made it home just after 4 a.m. Oh, but that little race I had? It started just before 9 a.m. (luckily it was a little later than usual), which meant I would be getting about 3 hours of sleep before having to jet into the city. But, it didn’t seem like that big of a deal to me because it was a short race — a mile. I might feel differently if this was my specialty… let’s just say this wouldn’t happen before a half marathon or marathon.
I wasn’t too tired, though, and got to the course about 30 minutes before the race where I found Dayna! She has a crazy weekend planned — she kicked it off with the one-mile race this morning, followed by a 50 mile bike ride and an 18-mile tune-up race tomorrow. Um, insanity! She is training for an Ironman (do they call it Ironwoman for a girl?!) so I guess that’s normal.
For the race, I didn’t know quite where I would fall. I haven’t ran a mile race since I was in H.S. and I am in much better shape since then. So, I was thinking maybe I would do a seven minute mile?
The gun went off and we were off! The course was quite amazing, I mean, considering we were running down the much-loved Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, but also because there were two great downhills, which is always a bonus for a short race.
And my time was…
Wow. I was shocked! Granted my lungs were screaming at me by the end of the race and I had that “ohmigodimightpuke” feeling, but it was SO worth it. And reminded me why I need to visit the track more often… even if it is a big hassle to get to.
Do you like going to clubs? Have you ever done a one-mile race? What did you think about it?