How blessed are we!? That’s the thought I tried to play over and over in my head as J and I ran down the streets and over the bridges of Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Manhattan.
With the most participants on record and the best weather in the history of the race (50’s and sunny) we were set of for a near perfect day…”how blessed are we!?” J, myself, and pal, Krysta, were anxious to get the race started after having to take the subway, ferry, and bus to the athlete village only to wait another 3 hours till our wave start. There were three waves 9:40, 10:10, and 10:40 to help spread out the 47,000 runners, luckily we were in the first.
Ready to head to the race! Notice J's painting pants 🙂 our stylish "warm gear" all gets donated!
J and I had run most of our training runs together and felt pretty in sync so we really thought we’d be chest bumping across the finish line. However, as mile 13 neared J started feeling a stabbing pain in his knee (I know all to well what this is…IT band!). I felt so bad for him but he maintained the 8:00 minute pace and we trucked along thinking “how blessed are we to be out here running!?” Finally at mile 18 he told me to go as he had to slow up. I thought back to Boston and how he ran by my side through my IT band troubles and told him “no, I’m good.” Finally, he convinced me to take off. I can’t even tell you where my thoughts were in those last miles as I pushed through the hills leading into and through Central Park…”how blessed to feel this good!” Finally, the finish line! I was in such a zone that I barely remember the 5 person deep crowd or the beautiful scenery of Central Park. I do remember an annoying girl next to me at mile 23 luring her friend along with a water bottle….”come on Amy, almost there Amy, gotta pick it up Amy, come get the water Amy….” I almost went up to Amy and said “Just, run your own race, you’ll enjoy it so much more.” And that my friends is what it all came down to for J and I. We ran our own races, pushed through our individual pain, and finished as strong as we could. We are blessed by God to been given the ability to run and spread our joy through competing in the NYC Marathon!
I ran a 3:30:19, qualifying me for another Boston marathon….wahoo!
J ran a 3:41:11, with IT band issues….he actually stated that it felt worse than completing his two Ironmans!
so out of 47,000 runners…here’s how we stack up:
Special thanks to David our Asic’s connection, Ann our accommodations host, and our families for watching Trey. We couldn’t have done it without you.
More to come about some of the sites and foods and my race day eating plan!
Until next time…
look good, feel good, do good