On 9/11/2001, I was in high school, in Denver, and at that time New York felt like a world away. Though I knew what had happened was very, very awful, I didn’t really understand the full extent of it.
But now, ten years later, I have found myself living in New York, and the direct impacts of that day are much more visible.
I set out for a long run this morning with lots of thoughts about 9/11 in my head. I ended up running down the West Side and ended up all the way downtown, where the 9/11 ceremony was taking place and where the new 1WTC building is already taller than most of those in the area.
Cheesy as this may sound, I got to thinking that I am very proud to live in this city, and in this country.
My run, on the other hand, did not make me feel so good. I ran 15 miles, which is officially the longest distance I have ever gone. But it was hard. And slow. Like, really slow.
Honestly, these splits make me kinda mad. I basically never run miles over 10 minutes, and prefer to be much closer to a 9 minute mile (or under it), but I knew I had to go slow to get the distance in. At mile 12 I stopped to refill my water bottle and stretch, and I forgot to stop my Garmin. I also used the last mile as a cool down to shake out a bit, hence that 11:28 pace.
I have been in quite a running rut, so I kinda expected to struggle a bit. But I managed to finish, which is really the only important thing.
My complaining about being slow feels trivial on this day, so I am going to let it go. Time to go reflect watch some football 🙂