Holy shit. I ran a half marathon. (on 1/25/2015) That was amazing. Even going into it fully trained and prepared, it was probably the most physically demanding thing I've ever done. I'm racking my brain to think of something that even comes close. Even having put in all the requisite work, the long runs, the speedwork, the mental prep, nothing really prepared me for the hustle or the distance. A long flat run of 11 miles and a hilly, crowded, adrenalin fueled 13.1 don't seem like they would be too far apart, but they are.
My day started waking up at 6:30 and doing some light stretching and pushups to get the blood going. Nothing crazy, just moving around a bit. After eating a Clif Bar I strolled through a dead empty Times Square at 7am to catch the train up to Central Park. When I got to 59th street there were a bunch of other runners lingering underground... I wish I had a picture of that because it was really funny. Everyone was checking each other out, making playlists, checking their phone. I didn't hang too long because I was anxious to find a bathroom for one last pee and get to the park.