Dear NYC Marathon,
Twenty years ago today you and I met. You were my first marathon so you’ll always be special to me. Since I crossed your finishline, I’ve gone on to run ten marathons and a few races that exceeded 26.2.
While my marathon debut was not without a few, um…hiccups (remember when I dashed into McDonalds to use the restroom around mile 15?), without you, I wouldn’t have developed the love for running I have today.
From 1994-1998, I lived steps away from your historic finishline in Central Park, which provided a formative period in my life for both sport and compassion. While my parents instilled immeasurable positive values in me, Central Park is where I learned about courage, bravery, and overcoming challenges by volunteering with the Achilles Track Club. I ran with runners who were blind, in wheelchairs or who just needed a little extra help, and I’ll forever cherish my time with these inspiring runners. Even though it has been 20 years, I still remember their names—Justin, Gladstone, and Leol. You probably remember we briefly met again one year later when I ran 13 miles with Leol during that crazy marathon downpour! [Continue Reading]