Running in CT
When I first visited my boyfriend’s hometown in Ridgefield, CT he drove me around the horse farms and huge homes casually mentioning “you know when I played football I did this 5 mile run all the time.”
We were driving around his RUN. He was a RUNNER which was hot to my out-of-shape 20 year-old self. “Wow, I could never do that,” I remember myself saying. “Those hills look brutal.”
Fast forward to 2009. My boyfriend and I have dated, not dated, pretty much lived together then now live in different cities. A lot has happened over the last 8 years.
I had a race on Sunday in the city since I am enjoying these NYRR races so much but I couldn’t really go to CT for the first time since Thanksgiving and dine and dash to take the train right after his mom made dinner. I decided to forgo the 15K and do that run I had gawked at 8 years ago.
Ridgefield is just gorgeous. We started off the run with his parents (who were walking my dog). Fiona the maltipoo made a valiant effort to run with us for a little bit but then we took off. I had been told by the boyfriend “wait for this hill, it is a killer.”
I kept waiting and every hill we would run up I would think “whatever, not that bad.” Then we hit the actual hill which was BRUTAL. I have whined about hills before but this was a steep long climb. It was a gorgeous day so I tried to focus on the beautiful homes and horses but when we finished it I felt amazing.
The rest of the run goes flat and then the last mile is totally downhill. 5 miles. A really long hill. I did it and I was able to chat with the boyfriend while doing it.
I don’t know my pace. I think it was most likely about 11…you know what after running those crazy hills I DON’T CARE!
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