I was overcome by an incredible wave of guilt: for finishing before the blast when others weren't so fortunate; for abandoning a city that I love dearly just hours after it was brought to its knees. When I got back to Manhattan, I didn't feel happy or even relieved. I felt like a foreigner.
How can words possibly describe how fantastic, how beautiful, and how majestic the marathon is? I don't think they can. However, I would like to share a few lessons that I learned while becoming a marathoner. They say that the marathon is a metaphor for life, and I couldn't agree more.
In just hours, social media had made it possible for us to attract interested people, share logistical details, determine their participation and what they could bring, and let them download the precise routes that they would run.
All soon-to-be, first-time NYC Marathoners, like me, know that the training is complete (through heat, rain, an earthquake, and a hurricane), so now it's time to get ourselves excited for the race and as prepared as possible.