As an fyi, I’m going to do a separate post on some of my reasons for choosing OB/GYN and other questions people asked to do the answers justice (for this long winded writer). For now, I wanted to talk about Match Day and the NYC Half while the thoughts were fresh on my mind.
Match Day was the cake, the icing, the ice cream sundae, and the cherry on top. I was elated to match exactly where I wanted and even more overjoyed that my school’s match day was wizard theme a la Harry Potter and the sorting hat. Nothing says “I’m about to be a doctor” by getting handed your residency placement by people in wizard hats. 🙂
Jocelyn came as my personal paparazzi (these Kodak moments only come along so often, right?!) and her enthusiasm for all things Match Day deserves its own post, but suffice it to say she was the best cheerleader there could ever be! Jocelyn wears her heart on her sleeve and is very, hmm, emotive. It was so fun to have her there. She enjoyed it so much that I think she wants to make it an annual tradition of hers. A Match Day crasher, if you will…
Match Day does have good food. Can’t say I won’t be joining her.
The outpouring of congratulations and love was overwhelming. Thank you to everyone who congratulated me or sent some sort of nice note.
I probably unnecessarily tortured myself in college, studying for the boards, and over this whole match process, but, in the end, I think it was well worth it. When I was toiling away in the library, this feeling of contentment and ability to choose “what I want” is what I was working for. I often told people I studied hard to ensure myself “options.” I’m glad to see all of that work (or self-torture) come to fruition.
[Full disclosure, it was actually my mom who told me way back when that no one every regretted studying hard because getting good grades always gives you options – it often puts you in the driver’s seat. Guess Momma does know best.]
After the excitement of Match Day on Friday (and the anxiety all week before), I wasn’t so sure how the NYC Half would go. My training has been great, if I do say so myself (or at least, very good, let’s not get too boastful!). However, the emotional drain of the match + the fact I was pretty sure I was getting a cold made me question how the day would go.
[Just an fyi – at the onset of any cold, I start taking Zicam (zinc), hydrated, and rest.]
I guess the relief of the whole match finally being over drained all of the nervous energy and I ended up feeling great today. I ran 1:42:25, a PR by a little over 4 minutes and definitely the “icing on the cake” to my sub 1:45 goal.
It ended up being just “one of those days” when its easy to find “the zone” and the pace just comes to you rather than you forcing any pace. I ran the first mile in 7:52, much faster than I anticipated starting, but, surprisingly, didn’t freak out. My mantra for the day was “loose and fearless,” and I think I lived up to it, at least during some of the miles.
[Full disclosure, “loose and fearless” was also given to me by mom from back in the tennis days. GAH, momma really does know best.]
The two best parts of the race were seeing Ali, Susan, and cheering squad right after mile two and Beth + Abby in Times Square. Ali yelled “EVERYONE’S REPLACEABLE,” a line from Dance Moms, and, no lie, I dropped a 7:34 mile that mile. You know what I was thinking about? How excited I was that Dance Moms was two hours this week.
For the first time since New Haven 20K 2011, I wore my Garmin in a race. I wanted the data for after. I looked at the splits each mile, but didn’t run to the watch, per se. It’s like the time didn’t register with me and didn’t evoke an emotional response. I ran how I felt, I felt pretty good, and whatever time that was, it was.
For those who like splits out there, here they are: 7:52, 7:58, 7:34, 7:58, 7:57, 7:38, 7:49, 7:38, 7:43, 7:42, 7:45, 7:49, ? [tunnel!].
My general strategy was to conserve on the hills, making the first 10K slower than the 2nd by 15-30 seconds. I didn’t want to make my legs unnecessarily tired on the hills. I then told myself to “roll” through times square and “push” once I got to the West Side Highway, but subtly, not like drop the pace drastically for the next 10 min then die kind of push.
It felt good, controlled, fast, fantastic, sunny, joyful, and all those things you dream a race could be.
My hip is fairly sore and it, along with my back, did start to bother me along the West Side Highway but much improved from Miami. It didn’t alter how I was running and since I know its nerve irritation from a muscle pushing on it (most likely) I wasn’t concerned with not pushing myself for fear of injuring myself. Nothing a few more chiropractor, acupuncture, and massage sessions can’t fix. [OR SO I HOPE. Hope I didn’t just jinx myself there.]
Anyways, it ended up being one of those cloud 9 weekends. Sometimes, I get worried when things get “too good” as I know a “crash” might just be next. But, for now, I’m soaking it up and about to go PR in Levain Bakery cookie eating.
For reference, the title of this post refers to how I’m looking at my running right now. I won’t get to train like I do now in the next few years. I’m relishing the opportunity to do be able to and anything that comes with it is really just the icing on the cake for me. I never dreamed I’d be this “into” running when I first started nor chasing these “big” goals. It’s really all fun, there is no downside!
TELL ME: I KNOW A LOT OF PEOPLE RACED THESE WEEKEND – BEST PART OF YOUR RACE? SCORE A NEW PB? PR IN COOKIE EATING? DRINK LOTS OF GREEN BEER? TELL ME THE BEST PART OF YOUR WEEKEND…
PS – Go wish my coach, STEPH, a huge congrats on her PR today (and 1st american!) in the NYC half and my running buddy, GIA, a huge kudos for a 3:32 marathon today (3 min PR, BQ!). There were many fantastic races this weekend – almost too many to name!