I’ve never been a big crier but that all changed three years ago, when I ran my first ING NYC Marathon with Team for Kids.
I cried at the start in Staten Island, listening to Frank Sinatra. I cried entering Manhattan for the first time, turning onto First Avenue and hearing the roar of spectators after the quiet of the Queensborough Bridge. I cried when I saw my parents and big brother on 93rd and First Avenue. I cried passing the cheering section of the kids we sponsor and raise funds for, with their tiny outstretched hands giving high fives (some saying, “Way to go, run fast!” And then some even saying, “Thank you!!) After that, I could barely keep running because my vision was so blurred.
“Our races are to our sport what Wimbledon and the Australian, U.S., and French Opens are to tennis, and what the Masters, U.S., and British Opens and PGA Championship are to golf. Each race has the history, the tradition, the honor roll of legendary champions, and a special place in the eyes of all to make them stand apart from the other events.” Mary Wittenberg