The official New York City Marathon book. I thumbed through it, enjoying the photos, the stories. Relived some of the moments we experienced along those 5+ hours on the course. Remembered our excitement as we waited for the Staten Island Ferry. I ran my hand over Meb's face, so proud that an American finally won the race after 27 long years.
So fitting for the 40th running on the NYC Marathon.
I didn't have a great race.
But I had an amazing time.
I got to run my first marathon in NYC, the largest marathon in the world. I got to run my first marathon along side (sorta) some of the greats. Deratu Tutu, Ryan Hall, Paula Radcliffe, Meb Keflezighi, the guy in the Eiffel tower costume. I got to run my first marathon with one of my best friends. Who is that lucky?
With the help of my generous friends and family, I was able to raise over $2500 for the charity Run for Something Better. That's something special, isn't it?
I searched for my name in the official register. I didn't even glance at my time. But then I felt shame. Someone, someone, someone finished last. I looked her up. Jennifer. It took her almost 10 hours. She ran with the Achilles Track Club. I wondered if Jennifer was in pain. Was she hurt too? Did she cry at the end? Tears of relief that it was finally over, tears of joy, of pride in her accomplishment?
Was there anyone left to cheer Jennifer on? I sure hope so. I hope there were people there to embrace her, kiss her cheek and tell her how proud they were of her.
Because I realized today, that no matter how long it takes you, completing your first marathon is a big accomplishment.
And I'm not going to be ashamed anymore.