It was a cold, bitterly cold, November morning in 2002. After many months of training, I sat, shivering, at Fort Wadsworth in Staten Island awaiting the start of the New York City Marathon – my first such race. The feeling of anticipation and excitement was palpable. I was eager, and deathly afraid, to begin. I had never run 26.2 miles – not even in my training. I didn’t know what would happen to me on the streets of New York…
In short, what happened was that my life was changed. Radically and forever. It was on those streets of New York that I became a marathon runner. I became a champion. I became a warrior. I became something I hadn’t ever been before.