NYC, Here I Come

The wait is finally over. On Wednesday, through a very poorly managed “announcement” on the part of NYRR, I found out I got accepted for the NYC Marathon!!! As I am certainly not fast enough to qualify for guaranteed entry, I was stuck entering the lottery, and crossing my fingers. I heard this year’s entrants had a 6% of getting selected. I still can’t believe I was lucky enough to get a spot. But as I got closer to the announcement, I couldn’t help but think how badly I wanted to run this race, this year. Being part of a huge city race is a completely different feeling from any other marathon. And New York is the biggest and baddest of them all. While watching the live Marathon Opening Day webcast (which was supposed to be the announcement of lottery winners but ended up being an hour of fluff and interviews), I learned this race draws 2.5 million spectators! Nearly 50,000 runners will complete it this year, which is 20,000 larger than any race I’ve run. It’s the world’s largest single-day sporting event. I get chills just thinking about running through those streets in that huge of an event. 

The Ankle Saga Continues

Last time I wrote about my injury, I had just been diagnosed with a torn muscle in my ankle, ordered to wear a brace for one month, and told not to do any physical activity putting weight on my foot. It was a long month. I tried to follow the doctor’s orders as best I could. I didn’t run, aside from two 5ks and a Half Marathon since I had already signed up for those and I am stubborn. My foot has been feeling fine and I haven’t been wearing the brace the last week or so.

I finally had my follow-up appointment on Wednesday, and the news wasn’t what I wanted to hear. Dr. K basically discussed what I need to do moving forward. He wants me to get custom-fitted orthotics for my shoes, which I really want to avoid. I have also been ordered to do six weeks of physical therapy, three times a week. I am still not allowed to do physical activity and have to wear the brace, unless my physical therapists evaluate me and determine otherwise.

Fusion Cross-Training Kicked My Ass

How much did Fusion Cross-Training kick my ass this morning? So much that I felt nauseous for half the class; had a minor asthma attack on the way home and had to use the inhaler for the first time in months; and I felt compelled to write about it as soon as possible. In short, it made me feel really out of shape, and it made me want to fix that.

I’m always looking for ways to change up my gym routine. I have a very rigid plan for my marathon training, and it gets really boring after a while. The bright spots of my week are my 2 morning spin classes, which I always attend with my bff, Jordan. We’ve been going to the same spin classes with the same instructor, Jason (highly recommend his class at PSC Market St), for almost a year now. The music is great, the workout is never the same, and Jason is so much fun as an instructor. The class is always full, so rather than ride a bike, Jason walks around the room, dancing and bantering with everyone until they smile… which is hard to make me do when I’m up against my will before sunrise working out. Anyway, Jason works out at Fusion, and from time to time invites students from our spin class to go with him and check it out. When he mentioned it to myself and Jordan, we were more than happy to go and try out a new workout.