The Flying Beetroot was given the day off today and the Flying Thistle ran in her place.
Today was the 12th annual New York City Scotland Run in Central Park to launch a week of Scottish activities during Scotland Week. Ten kilometres, more than 8,000 runners, bagpipers, highland dancers and the blue and white of St Andrew’s cross everywhere you looked (even the bagels handed out at the end of the race were blue and white).
I didn’t have an official previous race time so I was in the last (slowest) group. This had the advantage of giving me lots of people to pass which can only be good for your ego.
Certainly an experience for a fun run newbie from a provincial city in Australia.
I loved it. And ran a pretty good time given I wasn’t busting myself to break any records. It was technically my Sunday training run and I was just there to have fun.
There were all sorts of runners:
- The This Could Be Fun Non-Trainers who were walking by the first hill half a mile into the race.
- The Weaving All Over The Road Slow Runners who drove me up the wall.
- The I Didn’t Think I’d Get This Hot In A Winter Jacket Strippers. Really?
- The Let’s Get Into It Scots in their kilts, hats and scarves. That would be me. I wore my father’s Buchanan clan glengarry with great (and somewhat emotional) pride.
Most definitely one of my favourite memories to take home from our visit to the Big Apple.
The Flying Thistle is now retired and the Flying Beetroot is back on track to meet that Half Marathon challenge next weekend.