New York is my favorite and least favorite marathon. I hated the hell out of it in 2005…my first big attempt at sub-3:00, and my first big collision with the wall. As I walk-jogged my way through Central Park, my stomach and legs broke down like my husband’s old Dodge Omni, except without road side service. I vowed redemption and got it in 2013. And in the way that only running wisdom can teach us, it was a slower race but a bigger victory. From the negative split, to the Every Mother Counts support, to Oiselle teammates and coaching from Dr. Lesko and Lauren Fleshman, my 3:21 was more satisfying and life affirming than the sub-3:00’s. As part of the support crew, 2017 just made NYC my spiritual trifecta. So many reasons and moments. So much because!
Here you are. Toes on the line, nerves in your legs, butterflies in your stomach, a fire in your heart. You’re ready. You’ve done the tempos, the long runs, traded a warm bed for countless cold mornings and miles. And your mind is making room. Preparing itself for a familiar friend: hurt.