Woooo! The series of shitshow races has culminated! Now I can rest my poor body until I start training on June 15th, which will mean a proper plan and time carved out of my schedule instead of winging it. I’ll still run and go to the gym, but for fun and without a predisposed itinerary.
I haven’t missed a Brooklyn Half in years even though I wasn’t prepared and still healing from the DE Marathon. Hands down my favorite non-marathon race. Not sure what it is about the race, the runners, the volunteers, the spectators, Prospect Park, the fast six miles down Ocean Parkway, the finish on the boardwalk, or Coney Island, but everything together makes for a perfect race. Though four months ago I wanted this race to be a PR, I went into it just wanting to have fun, take it easy, and finish under 2 hours.
Morning of the race…

The course is two laps in Prospect Park (almost 7 miles), straightaway on Ocean Parkway (a little less than 6 miles), and finishing on the Coney Island Boardwalk. The laps in the park were challenging because they were hilly but also because there were 5k+ runners. In every race there are walkers who line up near the front and runners who find it necessary to run with their friends, four people across. Brooklyn was no exception and I spent the first few miles weaving. Seriously people, if you are walking before mile 2, start in the back! I was in the 5th corral with my pace group, I shouldn’t be REACHING you if you are walking. You clearly started in the first through fourth corrals and you have 12 more miles to go. Argh! Even if you can keep up the pace and you suddenly can’t move your legs (a la me last week), move to the side so you don’t cause a collision. Rant over.
Maptasticness…

The good thing about running primarily on the Brooklyn and Manhattan bridges is that the hills of the park were no problem. What was a problem, were the downhills. Around mile 4 my right knee started burning, which incidentally, was not the knee that bothered me during the marathon. My knee became tight and hurt with every extension and the downhill plodding accentuated the pain. I told myself that I was just sore and tight and from marathon and kept moving forward. I contemplated bailing since the pain was sudden and I was only a few miles in and had many more miles to go. Then I realized that if I stopped…my keys, wallet, metrocard, and other fun stuff were in my checked bag heading to Coney Island. I figured that my gait hadn’t changed and I was only losing my temp a little bit, the motion just hurt so I could keep trucking and shake it out. Around mile 7 – the straightaway and mostly even footing – the pain subsided.
Course elevation…

The spectators were amazing. People lined the entire park cheering, clapping, and holding up signs of encouragement. Though this race doesn’t have a purse and mostly attracts locals, I’ve noticed that there is more support for this race than any other NYRR race aside from the NYC Half and NYC Marathon. Love it!
Finished in less than two and felt great. Waited for Kate and Jim to finish then we took a dip in the water…and by dip I mean I went ankle deep. Then we lounged around the beach for a few hours with fellow runners on a surprisingly perfect day. Summer is starting to shape up quite nicely.
Splits…certainly not fast, but surprisingly fairly even and really no indication of pan for a few miles…
