NYC Running

We went on a little trip to NYC last weekend to visit my brother and his super cool wife. And we flew.  With both babies.  And a husband who had just arrived home from China not even 12 hours prior to our departure.  We are hardcore in our family.  We don't just fly- we fly with 2 infants (first time for either baby on a plane) and 1 jetlager.

We didn't really have anything on our agenda- just Central Park mainly.  I wanted to take Beverly to the zoo. So we did. And secretly I wanted to run the Central Park loop with my husband.  It's 6.2 miles, which intimidated me a little.  I know I needed to be running that kind of distance, but I was a little scared to try.  What if I have to stop and walk? What if I start running too fast and just die half way through? Heaven forbid I just go out and run.  Geeze. Anyway, here is the play-by-play of the run:

Both babies decided to take long naps so the husband and I decided that would be a good time to go run the loop.  It was awesome to be able to go on a long run with the husband, just the two of us.  I think it's super cool that we have running in common.  It's like date night for nerds. "Hey baby.  Wanna go for a run?"
The first part of the loop smelled like horse poop. Then I got hollered at by a girl on roller skates to "watch behind" me while I was running.  I could seriously type for 3 pages about roller skater girl's comment, but let's just move on.  We ran up around the reservoir for a short while too.  Didn't even know there was one in Central Park. Then we entered into this super cool part of Central Park that doesn't resemble NYC at all.  You couldn't really see any buildings or hear any street noise.  It was like you could convince yourself that you were running on a hilly, tree lined road anywhere in America.  I thought that was cool. And there was a pool. Then there was a garbage truck in front of us.  Gross.  I almost threw up.  NYC trash smells worse than any other trash.  Except for maybe in Korea. Korea definitely smelled bad.  We ran some more.  Then got stuck behind another garbage truck.  Gross again.  We ran some more.  Then the smell of horse poop came back and I knew we were close to being done.  And then we finished! It was one of my all time favorite runs.  We ran the whole time at about a 10:00 mile pace.  It was amazing.
It was fun to see how far Clayton's watch said we had ran (his uses GPS) and how far mine said we had gone.  They were pretty close.  In the end I think they were only like .1 miles off of each other. 

We got back home on a Sunday and I went to the speed session Monday night. I hadn't been in about 3 weeks.  It was an easier session which was fine with me. My running buddy wasn't there- sad.  But I did "win" a water bottle holder hand grip thing. I did my lunges at the end of the workout the slowest.  Who knew you'd win a prize for that??