So, this past month while things were quiet, I kept busy by training for the NYC marathon. Busy is quite the understatement. With a month's notice I decided to have a run at it (forgive the pun, but I couldn't help myself :)
I had run a marathon once before, and quite frankly, it was awful. At least from what I could recall when I ran it almost four years ago. I had swore off marathons especially after I hit my "wall" at mile 18, and began to curse off the world and my innocent husband who pirated the entire race in an effort to support me. Unless, of course, I was able to get into NYC. Running NYC has always been on my "bucket list" and when the opportunity arose to run through
charity, I knew I had to do it. I was a stronger runner this time around, and although I had planned on applying for the chance next year, I figured who knows where I'll be at this time next year. You're healthy, run now! So, I did!