I had an incredible run in New York City last Thursday night and it made me think about the anatomy of a great run. What makes a run great? What made that particular run so fantastic? Could I even quantify it? Here’s my effort at trying:
- I had an unintentional pacer. As I was running towards the park, a young woman was running directly in front of me and cleared a path through the crowded streets. I took advantage of her doing all the work so just tried to stay with her. As it turns out, she was quite fast. Hence the 7:25 mile that dang near killed me.
- It was my first run in Central Park. Once I got to the park, I had fun just looking at everything and seeing all there was to see. I trucked along (at a much more reasonable 8:45/9 minute mile pace) and enjoyed my very first run in Central Park. What an incredible place to run. I loved all the other runners, bikers, walkers that I saw and I kept thinking about the New York Marathon as I ran and about how someday (not this year, maybe next) that would be a fantastic race to run.
- The weather was perfect. It was just one of those evenings where the air was cool, there was no humidity and it would’ve been a crime to not run. Pure perfection.
- Barre has made me much, much stronger. Since my secret marathon, I haven’t been running any extraordinary mileage. I ran Cherry Blossom in early April and have been running a few times a week since then. But I’ve added barre classes to the mix and that has been extremely helpful.
What’s your recipe for a great run?