The NYC Marathon holds a special place in my heart for so many reasons. There is a history with my family that I am forever grateful for. It started long before I showed up to the starting line. In fact it started with my aunt and uncle, years ago, and the tradition has carried on.
I am grateful for all the marathon has brought me:
- Connection with my family
- Inspiration to push myself further than I ever thought I could
- Electric energy running through me -- as a spectator and a runner
- Feeling like NYC was my city
- Pride for humanity and watching people come together
- Watching all walks of life making it happen
- Learning that I am so much stronger than I ever thought I was
- Meeting like minded souls
- Hours on the road
- Cheers from strangers
- A freedom that I never felt before
- Pushing through really hard times
- Watching the sunrise
- Feeling that first rush of cold air hit my lungs
- Running together
- Running alone
- Hearing the cheers from family and friends
- One foot in front of the other
- The feeling of pure joy and elation crossing the finish line
This list could go on and on. The marathon has brought more to my life than I ever have imagined. I am grateful for the strength in my legs, carrying me through not only 26.2 miles but the endless amount of training. I am grateful for the hills I struggled up for they made me stronger. I am grateful for my courage to say yes. And grateful for everyone who supported me along the way.
The marathon is a solo journey. For it is only you who puts one foot in front of the other and crosses the finish line. Yet, you are never ever alone and you can't go at it by yourself. You need the support of those around you to push you when you feel like you don't have the strength to go on. I am grateful for that support.
Live big. Go after your dreams. Know you can do anything you put your mind to. I never thought I would or could run a marathon. And yet I did. One foot in front of the other. One step at a time. And somehow it all comes together and happens.