NYRR Jingle Jog Recap aka Mom’s First NYRR Race

NYRR Jingle Jog

On Saturday, my mom participated and completed her first New York Road Runners race! As you can see from our faces, the morning was a great success.

I’ll be the first to admit, when my mom asked if she could do the NYRR Jingle Jog 4 mile race with me, I was worried. While I’ve completed more than 50 different New York Road Runner events over the years, I’ve always run or jogged. I wasn’t sure what the experience would be like for someone who wanted to “wog” or walk/jog the event.

We headed to Prospect Park around 8:30 since we needed to pick up our bibs and didn’t know how long the lines for bib pick up or the bathrooms would be since this race also included a children’s portion.IMG_0013

As soon as we arrived, my mom was excited and amazed by all the costumes and the swarms of people. There were over 5,000 runners in Prospect Park, all donned in their holiday best or, at least, red or green attire. I was thankful that we decided to color coordinate with red tops and black bottoms, adding to our festive mood.

 

Our line for bibs was only 5-10 minutes that seemed far shorter than most races. I think it moved quicker than normal since they rolled out their new bib system that features letters and numbers that are printed for you while you wait. Even though it seems counterintuitive to be faster, I swear it saved time since they weren’t flipping through all the bibs searching for my bib like a needle in a hay stack. The volunteer just scanned my QR code that NYRR sent the week before then within seconds there was a printed bib. We arrived at the right time, though, as the line was more than 200 people deep when we finished!  It seems like we weren’t the only Brooklyn residents who didn’t want to head uptown during the holiday season to pick up bibs.

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We spent the next thirty minutes, before the race started, stretching and watching the children’s races, affectionately known as the Reindeer Run. I loved the smiles on the children as they ran, walked and skipped towards the finish line. One girl yelled, “I’m tired” but then started sprinting once we cheered loudly for her.

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After using the restroom, we made our way towards the back of the corrals. Our goal was to hug the left side of the course, so we weren’t in the way of runners and then, once the course thinned out, walk alongside each other. My goal was to have mom jog for 15-30 seconds every five minutes. But, the ultimate goal was to have her finish her first NYRR race and enjoy it.

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Exactly at 9:35, just five minutes after the race started, we crossed the starting line. As I’d expected, the first few minutes were complete madness as we did our best not to get run over. I kept mom smiling by pointing out the crazy costumes and promising her that it would get better. She was so motivated by the runners that her first jog interval was more like a sprint.

By the time we hit the first-mile marker, we knew that mom’s initial goal of keeping a 15-minute mile pace was a bit aggressive due to the crowds and hills, but both agreed that the best goal was just to enjoy ourselves. For the final three miles, we were able to walk together, mixing intervals of power walking and jogging, while enjoying the sights of Prospect Park. Due to the unseasonably warm weather, the park is still in Fall mode and on Saturday, in the morning light, it was illuminated in red, yellow and orange.

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The volunteers were fabulous during the race, always giving mom motivation and reinforcing to her that she could do this. She never felt like she was the “back of the pack” or holding anyone up which was wonderful, based on my initial fears.

She jogged across the finish line, crossing in 1:04:07, smiling and happy to finish with the hills of Prospect Park. Considering that my mom does all her walking in “flat as a pancake” Savannah, Georgia I was pleased with the energy and attitude she used going into each hill. She followed my coaching of powering up the hill with her arms and remembering that what comes up must come down.

So, if you’re a walker who has been worried about entering your first race, I hope this post motivates you to sign up. Most races, unless they have a strict cut-off time, support runners and walkers of all paces as they are happy to have people motivated to be active. If you’re worried, email or call the race organizers in advance and ask the following questions:

  • Does the course have a time limit?
  • Is it open to walkers and runners?
  • Will there be support (water, volunteers, and medical staff) on the course the entire time?
  • Is it a race that is suggested for people of all abilities?

Thank you to the volunteers, NYRR employees and spectators for making my mom’s first experience a great one! We’ve already brainstormed a few Spring NYRR races to enjoy together!

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Sunshine and Blue Sky

It’s as if Geneva knew the sunshine and blue sky would make me smile.

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My friends and parents have been a wonderful support system this weekend, filling the void of Bo’s departure.

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Yesterday morning I headed out for a 10k run with Amy and Sandra. These girls did a great job keeping pace and before I knew it we’d conquered the rolling hills of Coligny and were sipping Starbucks iced green teas and goofing off.  The run’s 9:04 average pace was strong, and the views were gorgeous. 

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The run was the perfect pre-game for Caves Ouverts, the annual event that is a wine lover’s dream. It seems as if everyone in Geneva heads out to the vineyards for a day of relaxation, sunshine and tastes of local wine at participating vineyards. Each weekend a different canton, or community, hosts the event that allows people to enjoy tastes for the small cost of 5 francs.

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Yesterday’s white dress was a recent purchase that may quickly become my favorite Summer dress. White and light, this airy TopShop dress has a cute cut-out back that is thick enough to allow for a regular bra.

We spent the afternoon at Domaine des Molard, a vineyard that has been making wine since 1352! Their Riesling- Sylvaner was perfect for the warm afternoon without being too sweet.

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I headed back to Geneva four hours later to meet my mom and dad, who drove in from Chianti. We relaxed last night with dinner and gelato before a fun-filled Sunday fun day today.

We sipped cappuccinos while catching up at Le Pain Quotidien before spending six glorious hours outside.

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I felt like a child again chasing bubbles and feeding swans.

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We played tourist, taking pictures in front of the Jet d’Eau and the flags on Mont Blanc Bridge.

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We walked five miles through Geneva, twisting and turning through the lakeside streets, stopping to enjoy the views and people watch.  My parents’ legs don’t like me right now, but we certainly had fun! 

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As soon as my dad saw the small boat rental, he knew we had to take advantage of the quiet morning. We rented a motor boat for two hours, perfect for enjoying today’s sunshine and low humidity while waving to fellow boaters and admiring the gorgeous, lake-front homes.

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Geneva, thank you for being perfectly on point this weekend.

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Proof That Age Is Only A Number

For 31 years, my mother has been my best friend.

Sure, like many teenagers, there were moments during my adolescent years when I thought she did nothing but make my life miserable or embarrass me. But, these days, my mom is my best friend and my rock.

While my Instagram feed makes living abroad look like a dream,  it has had its difficulties. Living hours away from the comforts of home, family and friends has been tough, especially during the months when Bo was in London. Looking back on our experience thus far, one of the things that have helped me survive, is my relationship with my mom.

For the first 20 years of my life, her energy and focus were on our family. Helping with the family business, working nights so she could pick my brother and I up from school, or ensuring we had a warm meal each night consumed her energy.

For the next ten years, her life revolved around my dear grandparents. As their health deteriorated, she and my father became their caretakers, making sure that they were able to live their final years as best as possible.

The past two years, my mom’s new found freedom, has allowed our friendship and relationship to evolve to new levels.  We find ourselves chatting or texting on a daily basis about our shared Pinterest board, our two person book club, half marathon training, upcoming travel plans, and yoga.

As she turns 64 today, I look forward to this year more than any other year. I can’t wait to see the incredible things she will achieve, both alone and in the company of our family.

Whether she knows it or not, her passion for life has reminded me that age is only a number. Like so many other arbitrary numbers in our life, we can’t let it define us. Instead, we have to wake up each morning and make each day count.

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Mom, here’s to making every, single moment of 64 count. Whether these moments are spent crossing finish lines, finding your balance in tree pose, having more Pinterest baking successes than fails, supporting your friends and family, or traveling to many new places – enjoy each day with a smile!

Happy Birthday, Mom!

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