Last week was a good week. Well, socially, that is.

My week kicked off with Labor Day shenanigans (I love me a New York City day party); I went on to cover the premiere of Wu-Tang Clan: An American Saga, and attended the after-party as our fearless leader Danielle Belton’s guest; and then, I got a last-minute invite to a NYFW party where Cuba Gooding Jr. emphatically said that I look like a young Oprah (I have a witness).

Life is good, but whew, chile. That was a lot.

With all of this weeknight partying (which I am not used to, tbh), I asked myself, “How in the world am I supposed to get my marathon training in?”

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As y’all know, I’m supposed to complete 5-6 days of training a week—this includes runs, cross-training, weights, and yoga. Out of the suggested 5-6 training days, I completed all of three. The partying had me spent. I woke up late (at 8 a.m.) on Saturday morning, and was completely dehydrated.

I was exhausted. My mouth was dry, my skin felt dry and everything was pretty gross. I don’t drink alcohol, but am pretty certain that this dehydrated slothful fatigued feeling must be what it’s like to have a hangover. I chugged 64 ounces of water and rested for another hour before I got dressed for my weekly long run.

After all, 17 miles isn’t going to run itself.

I missed my group but still ran. “Here we go,” I thought to myself. I actually took the same path from the previous week (over the 59th St Bridge, to the FDR drive), but on my most recent run, I went past the Williamsburg Bridge (nearly to the Brooklyn Bridge) for extra mileage. I was a little slower than the previous week (I averaged 10:08/mile), but the run was also longer.

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I ain’t mad.

Slow(er) miles are better than no miles.
Photo: Felice León
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How did I get through 17 miles all by myself, you say?! To be honest, I have no clue. It was a dicey run, y’all. I had to stop to pee at mile two (because remember, I guzzled 64 oz. of water right before the run). But I after finishing in the restroom, I said a prayer and evoked the spirit of whichever running angels who could hear me to join. In under three hours, I finished my long run.

So, can one have a social life and train for a marathon?! I’m inclined to say no. But for those of you who can, please put ya girl on.

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I am running the New York City Marathon with the Leukemia & Lymphoma Society in honor of loved ones who have fallen to cancer. To donate, click here. I’ll see y’all at the finish line!

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Felice León

Afro-Cuban woman that was born and branded in New York. When León isn't actually creating cool videos, she's thinking of cool videos that she can create.

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