It's About Time
I know, I know...it's just been a crazy few weeks and I've hardly known which way is up, much less had time to sit down and formulate a coherent blog-thought. But here I am, and I'll try to start from the beginning as best I can.
So, I think I said that the insanity started with a 10K team points race, which actually turned out to be a somewhat more manageable 4 mile race. Since I have pretty much zero speed in my legs these days, I busted out a 6:13 first mile and then promptly died for the rest of the race. I ended up with a 6:35 pace overall, which is fine, but it's a far cry from where I was just a few months ago. Honestly, three weeks later, I don't even remember much about the race, except that I think it was warm out. It was July, that's a pretty safe bet.
After that, I finished up my last week of work for a company where I've been for nearly 13 years. It's remarkable how freakishly easy it was to just walk away. I mean, I've come by my bitterness honestly as far as my feelings towards the CBS Evening News and 90 percent of the people who work there, but I've been really happy at the network's website for the last year. Nonetheless, when it came time to walk out the door, I can't really say I felt even a faint sense of regret about it. The network, and the industry in general, are in such an uncertain sense of flux, it actually feels really natural to take a time-out to examine the business in an academic setting.
The process of getting ready to leave my friends was definitely tougher, but that really started back when my pals started gettin' married and havin' babies and I started working crazy overnight hours and jetting off to the midwest every few weeks.
Plus, I've developed quite a few friendships right here with the runner/blogger set and those folk are conveniently portable.
The day before the actual load up the truck and move date, I hauled myself out to the park one last time for the NYC Half, a race I originally intended to make my last racing hurrah, with a hardcore race plan and a shot at PR at the distance. One food poisoning incident, trip to Cuba and Summer head cold later, it was clear that a fast time wasn't even remotely in the cards.
|Plan B of pacing my friend Connie to 7:30 miles in the race turned out to be much more sensible and fun anyway. It was still challenging enough to be a great workout, but sane enough not to wipe me out for the move and my plan to pace Meghan for the last part of her 100-miler not even a week later. THAT story will come next.|
I also briefly saw another blogger, Quinto Sol, at the end of the race, which was kind of cool, even though we just barely got to say hi since I was all focused on finding the fiance at the finish right then.
Alright, that's enough catch up for now. I'll tackle the next chapter in a bit.