Yes, the sign at the finish line says I crushed it. I feel a
bit more like I survived it, but either way, it's over!
I did a brief
update during the walk, but here’s the long and involved recap of the weekend,
including at the bottom tips for other (crazy) people considering taking on
this endeavor!
Saturday
Saturday morning
the Opening Ceremony began at 6:15 and the walk started at 6:45 at Pier 97 on
the West Side of New York. I took a cab over from my hotel and arrived there
around 6:30, in time to hear really touching stories from survivors and those
who have lost loved ones to breast cancer. The CEO of Avon Products spoke as
well, and told us she’d be out there walking with us for her 5th Avon Walk. For
those who don’t know, my mom was an “Avon Lady” for most of my childhood so the
fact that they sponsor this walk and are so supportive of breast cancer
research is actually a nice tie in for me.
the slow, crowded start |
There were around
4,000 people participating in the Walk, (my guess is 75-80% women) from 44 states and DC. I ended up
talking to a few women on the course who had come from Bermuda to do it, so
perhaps there were other countries represented as well! It was amazing to see
the big crowds, but less so when we officially kicked off and all had to walk
the first three miles along the Hudson River Greenway, a two lane walking/bike
path. It was slow going at first and very bottlenecked with people
trying to get by. We exited the riverfront walk at 115th street and then
started heading south again, still in Riverside Park, but along Riverside Drive
until the park ended at 72nd Street.
After exiting the
park we zig zagged through the city, mostly staying on the west side on 9th and
10th avenues, down into lower Manhattan to Hudson, then Bleeker, then Lafayette
Streets. It’s funny, this is the part of the city I never seem to stay in, but
almost always eat in when I’m in New York. It was nice to walk through some
neighborhoods I had a tiny bit of familiarity with and be able to remember
seeing Ron Pope at the Bitter End with my friend Eleanor as I passed it, or
being on the same streets I vividly remember walking with Samantha during our
trip to NY a few years back or just blocks from where Nicolette and I had dinner the night before.
crossing the Brooklyn Bridge |
From there we did
something I had never done before – walked across the Brooklyn Bridge. It was
pretty cool to see it up close and I loved the architectural detail, but it was
SO crowded. Not just with the 4,000 walkers doing the Avon Walk, but mobs of
other tourists and locals enjoying the gorgeous weather on a Fall day. Near the
Brooklyn side of the bridge was the 13 mile mark and the lunch stop at 13.1 was
immediately on the other side.
After I took
longer than I should have as a lunch break (about 40 minutes) it was back to
walking through Brooklyn Heights and onto the Brooklyn Heights Promenade, which
afforded some great views of Manhattan! We wound our way back around to the
entrance to the Manhattan Bridge and used that to get back over the East River,
the second, but not final time I’d cross that body of water on Saturday!
view of lower Manhattan from Brooklyn |
View of the Brooklyn Bridge from the Manhattan Bridge |
Back in Manhattan
it was more zig zagging, all on the East Side trying to make our way north. We
walked by Astor Place, Grammercy Park and eventually made our way up to Grand
Central Terminal. This was near mile 20 and where my friend Nicolette was
waiting to keep me company! She walked with me for about 2 miles and it was so
nice to have someone to keep me moving, in addition to the supportive and encouraging texts I was receiving from afar!
The final leg on Saturday was past
Gracie Mansion, the mayor's house, and then along the East River to Randall's
Island where Basecamp 39 was set up. This was the last time for crossing the East River and involved a steep ramp to get to the top of that bridge and then a short, but steep hill *just* before the actual finish line. Not cool Avon Walk planners! Not cool.
Mile 26ish. Yes, I walked so long the sun rose and set while I was out there. |
I finally crossed
the finish line at 6:30 p.m., 11 hours and 45 min after starting. Ugh.
I took a shuttle
bus back to the event hotel and then a cab to my hotel where, thanks to
Nicolette, I rode the elevator up to my floor with the lovely man delivering
our dinner, which was great as there was no way I was venturing out of the room the rest of the evening!
Sunday morning started at 5:30 am again, with a complete reverse of Saturday night - cab from my hotel to the event hotel, then shuttle back to Randall's Island. I left the island Saturday night as it was getting dark and returned as it was getting light out!
Crossing through Time Square |
The first two
miles on Sunday was a backtrack of Saturday night as well, but then once we got
out of the park at 84th street we started heading north to 110th
and ended up walking along the top of Central Park, back to Columbus Ave and started
heading south again, with more zig zagging, over to Central Park West, through
Columbus Circle and over to Sixth Ave, across the top of Time Square and then
back to Eighth (or possibly Ninth) Ave to 22nd street and then back over to the
West Side where we followed the trail along the Hudson, past The Intrepid, and
back to Pier 97.
That makes it
sound so simple and easy, but it wasn't. Sunday was HARD. The start wasn't bad,
and I got through the first three miles in just under an hour, which was great,
but the next 10 were sloooowww going. By 6 miles in I was contemplating hopping
in the "sweep" van and getting a boost by cutting out a mile or so,
and at another point I seriously considered hailing a cab, but like it or
not (I did not) I kept going. In the end it truly was circumstance that I
actually completed 39.3 miles and not 35 or 36.
Why was it so hard this time? Last year was hard too, but this
time I think being alone did make a big difference. I walked with other groups
at times, and chatted with people here and there, but it wasn’t the same as
doing the entire walk with a friend and being able to set a pace together and
stick with it.
I also didn’t train as diligently as last year. I definitely made
sure I got the long walks in, but those were always supposed to be followed by
roughly half as long walks the next day and that just didn’t happen nearly as
much as it should have this time.
But, as hard as it was, I did finish. And I even ventured out of
the hotel Sunday evening to get a yummy dinner at my favorite NYC restaurant
(Otto Enoteca) , which involved taking the subway and walking several blocks on
either end of the trip.
Surprisingly, considering how bad I felt both Saturday and Sunday evenings,
I woke up feeling pretty OK on Monday. I’d say I was at 80% at the start of the
day and by evening the only time I really had discomfort was going up and down
stairs. Since I had the time I ended up walking the mile and half from my hotel
to Penn Station to get my train home. I definitely was surprised by how well I
recovered!
And now… some random asides and tips:
- I never got any blisters, during training or the Walk. Amazing, I know. I did buy the expensive, running store socks (both Balega and Feetures – which advertise “No Blisters!” on the packaging) in the high cushion variety. I also changed socks midway through the walk on Saturday and wore different sneakers Saturday and Sunday.
- I’m pretty sure the fact that I kept going, heading out to dinner on Sunday night, walking to Penn Station Monday morning, really did help me recover faster. I wasn’t moving fast during those “keep going” times, but it kept my muscles from just locking up which helped.
It's amazing how many survivors complete the walk each year |
- I can see how people get swept up in the spirit of the event and worthiness of the cause and continue to do the event year after year. There were so many people on the course wearing pins indicating it was their 5th, 7th, 11th Avon Walk. I really really need to remember how time intensive the training was, how bad I felt at times during the event and just how hard it was to walk for so long. I don’t want to do this event again. Twice was definitely enough. But with a little space, and an easy recovery…. I can see why people keep coming back.
This man in the cow suit was one of several volunteers I remember from the DC Avon Walk! |
- I would consider joining the “Crew” in the future. They have a pretty intense few days as well, but not the same as the walkers. I saw some of the same volunteers in NYC that were on the DC route which was pretty cool. The crew also has a fundraising requirement, though it’s not nearly as much money. That’s the door I’m leaving open for the future. Not the walking door. No, nope, not gonna happen.
And finally, in case anyone is actually still reading this
marathon (and a half) of a post…
Thank you!
Your support and encouragement, via FB, texts and phone calls kept me going. You all believed in me
and that I could do it when I had some serious doubts on my end!
and that I could do it when I had some serious doubts on my end!
Your generosity is reason I was able to raise $4,148 to go towards
breast cancer research and support for those currently in treatment. I’m proud
of myself for walking the 39.3 miles, but I’m even more proud that I was able
to raise those funds and I appreciate each and every donation I received.