The obligatory self-introductions went around, and despite being around marathoners and triatheletes, I wasn't intimidated like I thought I would. One person ran NYC Marathon. Another ran Chicago. One's training for Boston. Yet, my recent finish at the Disney Princess Half wasn't over looked. One of the runners, a mom, was very curious about my race and we started talking. It was satisfying to tell another runner about a race they had never heard about or run (and not bore them to death about it)!
We set out from the Westchester Mall and ran along North Broadway. When they said we were running to the station and back, I didn't realize they mean North White Plains Station. The college student (and Nike Employee) who was my pacer, was also debuting at RC. He was kind enough to linger near the back of the pack with me while all the seasoned veterans tore off ahead. I didn't mind though, I'm just learning the ropes. It was nice to see a familiar road from a new perspective. Usually, I drive down North Broadway when using the highway to access White Plains, so I learned tha tnice, flat route, actually is full of uneven, cracked sidewalks and some hills near the cemetary.
On our way back, we passed a house which gave a massive whiff of bacon. My pace buddy and I nearly threw in the towel and headed up the sidewalk because it smelled that good (much better than my cinnamon raisin bagel this morning). I elected not to run the extra half-mile as we returned toward the mall. Friday night, I played volleyball with the studdents and had my ego handed to me by a group a teenagers. Returning to the store, high-fives, fresh water, and more LunaBars awaited. People trickled back in and we chilled out on the benches in the middle of the store. It felt like hanging out at someone's house, not in the mall. I think this gives a whole new meaning to mall rat, but much classier. Mall rodent, anyone?
|Free Nike+ Laces?! Sweet.|