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.
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It has been the strangest autumn of my life. Or, at least the strangest autumn of the last fifteen years – since 2002.
I’ve shared on these pages before that I’m not running a fall marathon this year.
It’s an unfamiliar feeling. And I don’t particularly like it. The beloved New York City Marathon, the race I love and adore, will go on without me.
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This blog post will be a little different than the others. It might not end up as a coherent passage with one main theme. More, it’s a stream-of-conscious recollection of my experiences at this year’s New York City Marathon.
As I am writing this passage a week after I ran, I’m sure some of the most poignant and special things that I wanted to remember have been lost among the crowds, thrills, and emotions of this wonderful and inspiring annual event.
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