Last week, I learned there is no such thing as a vacation from training for the NYC Marathon. Even though I left NY for a week-long family trip down to Long Beach Island, NJ, the running sneakers came with me.
I've been thinking a lot about the "c-word" recently. The thing that took the life of a good family friend just last week. The disease that kills 1,500 Americans every day. And the reason I'm running the NYC Marathon this year.
How did this experience change my life? As I crossed the finish line and felt someone place a medal around my neck, I understood, for the first time, that age is just a number. At 50, I ran a marathon.
You will be moved, inspired, sometimes horrified, transfixed and amazed at the twists and turns that the New York native has overcome to continue his life's work as an athlete, motivational speaker and entrepreneur.
I hope to offer explanations that shed new light on my story, and maybe shed light on the medal that will be given back to me when everyone realizes I did not, in fact, take the subway to the finish line at the Boston Marathon in 1980.