Except me. Not going to lie causeI kinda feel like I just got run over by a car. I went for six today to kick off the NY Marathon training to the track in Central Park, which is located up on the West Side in the Park. Anyway, on the map I used to find it, there was a notation "the hill" or "the big hill" but really it should have been labeled, "your run is over motha fucka hill" because once I got up it, I was lead legged for the remainder of the run. Lots of weezing soon ensued...
So as I sit here with a couple of ice bags on my knees and shins, I would say that the training has officially started with a swift kick in the ass and a reminder that this is going to be a long hellish road.
Got to just keep fighting...
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