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| THIS GUY. (with a heel strike like whoa) |
This was a great race for me, at the time. I went out too fast by a few seconds per mile and after I was tired I was only about 25 seconds off per mile at my worst. It was about 75 degrees when I finished the race and the middle miles were through an Orthodox Jewish community on Saturday morning, so there wasn't much in the way of support on the course.
However, I did get to run a significant portion of the race with a my running chum Ali and I nailed a really solid PR, by over three minutes, if memory serves me correctly.
Fast forward a year and move-cross-country later, I was all set to help my lovely wife pack our house, say good-bye to our friends in New York, and for me to run one last race as a New Yorker. I was going to PR in Brooklyn.
Then I put down a dust buster and threw out my back.
