Lucky #13.1

13 -- The number of tourists in Times Square that thought they were watching the New York City Marathon.

12 -- The number of times I wondered why I paid $75 to torture myself.

11 -- The number of Tylenol taken on Monday.

10(167) -- The number of race finishers.

9 -- The number of times I held up my “horns” for the camera. I’m not certain that all nine of these were hired photographers. It got a bit blurry after Mile 10.

8(00) -- The number of meters left when I spotted Pete in the crowd. It was exactly what I need to snap out of my I’ve-been-running-for-over-2-hours delirium and make it to the finish line!

7(th Ave) -- There’s no feeling like running through Time Square.

6 -- The number of times I woke up Saturday night before the race.

5 -- The number of times I considered sliding down the subway banister in order to avoid the pain of walking down stairs.

4(:56) -- The winner’s average mile time. Coincidentally, it’s also my average water station break. :)

3 –- The number of hours I spent working on my perfect race playlist.

2(:21) -- My official time. I shaved nearly 10 minutes off my time from last summer!

(72)1(4) –- My official place. OK, so I’m no Prefontaine. But, I did beat out 2,953 people!

.1 –- The amount of seconds needed to forget the pain and want to do it all over again!