26.2 (Part II)


This past weekend I ran the 2017 NYC Marathon. Although my last marathon was in a big city, I knew it would not even compare to the magnitude of NYC. Full Disclosure: Marathon Sunday has always been one of my favorite days of the year. The city is electrifying, and when New York is like that nothing quite compares. For years I have dreamed about running it, so after my PTSD from my last marathon wore off I decided to sign up.

Skip to Summer 2017 when training day started I was dealing with a small hip injury and a lot of laziness. Since my surgery last summer, running long distance has been tough to get back into. I have  6-10 miles down solid, but past that has just not been hitting the spot. After some help from my physical therapist and a second wind come fall time I decided to stick with it and give the race my best shot. Once "New York, NY" started playing as the start gun went off I knew signing up was the right idea. Talking to people from all over the country and world before the start about how happy they were to be running in NYC made me such a proud (transplant) New Yorker. Running through Brooklyn was so serial to see all the different neighborhoods and communities repping together their borough. Entering through queens and across the Tri-borough bridge into the screaming crowds of Manhattan was exhilarating. One lonely fan who made their way onto the Willis Ave Bridge personally welcoming us "to the boogie down Bronx, home of the Yankees and Hip-Hop" with such pride added a sweet smile at mile 20. My amazing friends and dog who waited in the rain to cheer me on in Harlem with all their might made me v v weepy. To finally ending in Central Park, my favorite place in the word.

While running and witnessing the cheering and camaraderie I thought to myself that something like this should take up the news for a week, not the sad circumstances we hear about everyday. It is truly a day to come together, overshadowed by the news notification I received minutes after finishing about the shooting in Texas. This is what the nation will hear about for the next week. Another tragedy. That notification brought me back to reality and the world we live in today. Thinking about those people who were somewhere where they probably felt most safe and their lives being taken away from them is heartbreaking. I then thought about how humbling it was to run NYC days after our own tragedy and how we rose above it. I know Texas will rise higher too, but when can we stop rising above tragedy and just live without tragedy at all?  Love happens all the time, I saw it Sunday when over 50,000 people ran and finished together one of the largest marathons in the world, I just wish it was enough to stop the hate.