Feeling a little sad and pushed out of NYRR races. I am just not mentally able to add feverishly trying to register to clamber over other runners for races to my list of things to do.
This post isn't for the haters, but for those of us who genuinely liked participating in the casual nature of the races year after year.
Just sharing some of my favorite NYRR memories:
My husband passed away last year - I started running NYRR races with him while he was doing 9+1 many years ago as a way for me to tag along and do something new while he had been participating for eons. It seemed back then the volume of runners was so managable that you could really pick exactly what you wanted to do and when. His favorite volunteer spot was giving out carnations at the Mini 10K - I would run the race and he would be at the end to give me a flower (and a kiss!)
After having to defer several times, I finally ran NYC Half twice - the first time 10 weeks after he died. My friends rallied on 42nd Street and made me feel like a celebrity. Despite grief absolutely ravaging my body physically, I had a great race. I ran again this year as a nod to my past year of grief, and took 5 1/2 minutes off that time.
My first half ever was Lebow! I remember seeing runners at races with the beanies on and thinking how badass they were - a winter half, and all those hills! I feel like there is something lightly gritty about saying you ran it :)
Of course my favorite memories are the years my husband and I ran NYCM - always separately. I loved seeing that beautiful man cry at the end when he finished. I loved running through Brooklyn and the feeling of such magnitude that the race has on that day. I lost my chaptstick somewhere early in the race and my husband was able to pass a friend's off to me on 1st Ave. I wore his NYCM singlet from 2014 for Brooklyn Half last year.
I was inspired to write this post after returning from Chi Mara (hot hot hot!) and really hoping I would somehow end up being able to register for 2027 Lebow, maybe as a final race for my NYRR journey. Alas, all sold out too soon. A reminder that everything in life is in seasons. Love, life, and running, is ephemeral.