My first marathon was NYC Marathon 2006. I did almost everything wrong. My level of naivete was off the charts. I knew next to nothing about race strategy let alone being in a race.
A healthy dose of stupidity made the day a not so pleasant one of great struggle which this picture captured well.
I got through it. Learned painful lessons. Learned more painful lessons the next four consecutive NYC marathons after that. I never lost faith in the belief I was becoming a better runner, but it was hard not to be discouraged about my marathon times. I had to keep pushing the rock up the hill.
2011 NYC marathon everything came together. Weather, the surge of adrenaline seeing my friends on the course and cheering as spectators got me from start to finish without stopping. After that breakthrough marathon, the light stayed on and has never dimmed.
To all those lacing up Sunday, I wish you all only the best.
Savor the experience, there is no other marathon that can take your breath away like NYC. When you are on the Verrazano and slowly making your way up the bridge, you will never forget the unfolding panorama of the city skyline framed by the thousands who have decided to join you.
No better time to be ALIVE.
The pics are chronological: the first one from 2006, the second is from 2011 (me and @sheilamonaghan were not that far away from each other 5th avenue) and the final two are from last year when I paced some of my beloved #bluegroup💙🌚 peeps (Issac, Ali, Eliza, and Zev). Photo cred to @gnp_photos for the incredible pic of @aligrewe @elizaq and me as we got a confetti cannon greeting at the mile 21 cheerzone.