It was the day before Fathers’ Day. With the school year winding down, and summer beckoning, I found a few moments of quiet respite in my home. For the first time, in a very long time, I felt myself relaxing. Calmness and peace, two emotions I don’t experience often, were not as far away as they normally are.
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.
The first published collection of my motivational writings is titled “Impossible is an Illusion.” This work contains more than 40 of my best essays and will be published by Ravenswood Publishing. This book of inspiration is now available!
Link to Purchase – Impossible is an Illusion
The title for the book comes from the following essay.
Impossible is an Illusion
I’m an optimist. I always believe that good will prevail. I look to the bright side. The glass is half full – even when it is half-empty. I believe in miracles. Hope springs eternal.
As a runner, I was Superman. But, that was a while ago.
When I started running marathons, I thought I was invincible.