As of now, our favorite race. Not only did New Balance kick-off the Brooklyn Half Marathon with a 3-day pre-party in DUMBO (fully stocked with beer), but the actual race day conditions for a Grand Army Plaza / Prospect Park to Coney Island ass-hauling couldn't have been better.
With "Summer" officially here, and saying hello with a 90 degree bitch slap in our face, the comfortable 50-60 degree fall training weather is a temporary thing of the past. After a Crown Heights (it's not Prospect Heights… or "Crow Hill," whatever the fuck that is) sleepover featuring vegetarian spaghetti, coconut water, and a pit bull named Ceelo, on May 18, 2013 we hit the BK Half corrals in our freshly-printed singlets ready to run. A little misty drizzle was more than welcome, and the 60 degree, overcast morning set the stage for an awesome run on a great course.
With plans to rock-out around 8 min per mile, things felt too good and we ended up comfortably pushing it at around 7:45 per mile instead. The first 2-3 miles on Flatbush Avenue and around the Grand Army Plaza loop were nothing but fun, and a crazy crowd of feet. Even the first mile or so of the Prospect Park loop was packed, but kicking-it on the .5 mile hill gave us some room. Out of the park at roughly 7 miles and onto Ocean Avenue was the start of 5+ miles of what many call a flat and straight shot to Coney Island. While the straight part is dead-on, we couldn't help but notice the slight incline for a good mile or more.
As Mile 10, 11, and 12 passed by, we were ready to hit some wood. The narrow ramp up to the boardwalk was a beautiful site as we hit near-sprint speeds (a good sign we paced things pretty well, or a representation of how badly we wanted to grab a huge $5 beer after the race - which we did, twice) and crossed the line right at 1 hour 42 minutes, or 7:48 per mile.
We saw faces from the Bridge Runners, Undo-Ordinary, and even bumped into a friend not seen in over 2 years. Friends and family were classically an hour late arriving at the finish, but who can blame 'em, traveling in those slow traffic-ridden vehicles for 13.1 miles.
Can't wait for next year's Brooklyn Half.