The Sports Bank Essays
Because You Only Get One First Marathon
I hated running. Hated it. Flames on the side of my face, breathing, breathless, heaving breaths, to borrow a sentiment from Mrs. White in the movie Clue. So why, oh why, am I running the New York City Marathon?
I did it. I ran the 2007 ING New York City Marathon. And I did it in a tiara. Come Sunday morning, after 6 months of training and anticipation, there was only one thing to do: put the tiara on my head, shoes on my feet and run like I’ve never run before.
Marathon Redux Part I: Training
I set out to run the 2008 ING New York City Marathon with a lofty goal: drop 1 hour off my previous time. Gulp. Over the course of 16 weeks, I logged 500 miles and 6 races only to discover, to my absolute shock, that training actually pays off. Who knew?
Marathon Redux Part II: The Race
This was it. The moment of truth. The ING New York City Marathon redux. So did I succeed in my lofty goal and drop an hour off my time? Read on to find out…
The Chicago Marathon: Homecoming
Chicago, I’m coming home. On October 11th, I’m running the Bank of America Chicago Marathon. It’s my third marathon, but it might be my most significant. October 11th will mark the 6th anniversary of my father’s death.
The Chicago Marathon: A Run Down Memory Lane
It was dark. It was brisk. It was electric. It was the 6th anniversary of my father’s death, and I was about to literally run down memory lane.