Date: Sunday May 26th, 2019
Distance: 10 Miles
Location: Long Beach, NY
Fresh off the heels of the Brooklyn Half I ran the City Manager’s 10-Mile Race to Remember in the beautiful city? (I mean a city in the Long Island sense of the term) of Long Beach for a nice 10 miler. No goal in mind which was a good thing because it was at least 400 degrees and I am not sure PRing was going to happen. I was still also feeling the damage of having done the Brooklyn Half. Not damage in terms of soreness, but if posting a picture of myself last race review revealed anything besides the fact that I’m looking low key jacked up, I am also bald as a cue ball. My dome got torchhhhed. Like peeling all week torched. Like wear a hat to work torched because the three seconds of sun I see on the walk from Herald Square to my job is too much. Like I wore my tank top as a durag for a solid 3 miles before I gave up on even trying. Always thought it looked gross when old dudes had bald skulls with different colored skin. Well I learned that it is not that hard to have happen. Not a great look.
There is a reason for it. First poor planning. But second is that I hate running with a hat. Style wise it looks way better, and while normally I only care about looking good, my head just starts overheating. Same reason I hate using sunscreen on my egg head. Clogs my pores, or at least I think that is what happens, and I overheat and sweat straight sunscreen into my eyes. I think my biggest injury from the race on Sunday was my eyes were stinging. Point being, this is way too long to complain about being bald.
This was my third time doing this race so I am really familiar with it. In fact this was the first race me and my gf ran together, yes you are allowed to go “Awwwww” here. It also was the longest I had ran at that point of my life. As a local race goes the course itself is not too original. It kind of zig zags back and forth, but Long Beach is a cool, gorgeous area so that isn’t necessarily a bad thing. The highlight of the race is the two miles of boardwalk between miles 3 to 5. You get to experience one of the best boardwalks on Long Island with an incredible view of the water without having to look over the gross ass people that go to Jones Beach. The rest of the race winds through neighborhoods, some of the roads are pretty narrow but I kind of liked that. Though there were a few people biking on those streets, you got to be a real loser to bike on a narrow street that a bunch of people are running on, there are 8 million different roads you can take your bike and you choose to weave through people.
In terms of amenities, the end of the race has an awesome, all time spread. Easily one of my favorites. There are no swag bags at the end, instead at the end there is a million bakery goods, some hotdogs, Gatorades and water bottles. I might be missing some stuff, but any race that has baked goods at the end is already an amazing race. I grabbed myself a blue Gatorade and glazed doughnut and was instantly a significantly happier person. TAKE NOTE have bakery goods at the end of your race. The shirt was a change from the prior years, it fit me a little weird but I think that it probably fits the general population better. It’s a hard cotton shirt but the design is cool, a good blogger would have a picture of the shirt ready to go, so I will do my best next time. It was blue so use your imagination.
So the part no one cares about, my performance. I ran it in 1:34:42. Nat and I were running with another couple, who were running their first race together (can you believe the coincidence!!!!!!!!!!!! So cute I’m going to regurgitate that glazed doughnut) so we stuck with them for a little bit and I went solo dolo around mile 3. I hung out with my sister who was nice enough to come watch, nothing to do with her also going to the beach, for a few minutes. Lots of excuses for this run. Might as well mention again it was as hot as the Seven Cities in MBotF. For reference I ran this race in 1:25 during a monsoon last year. Haters going to hate.
FINAL NOTES: Keep your hair. Warriors in 6.