I used to hate running. Back in my elementary school days the dreaded 'Field Day' came around like clockwork every June. For me, it was one of the worst days of the school year. Fast forward a few decades to the year before I turned 50.
Every year around this time, I get the New York City Marathon bug. My usual every-other-day run generally takes me to Central Park, where I loop around for three or four miles, sometimes doing the full six.
In early January, not knowing how else to express my grief, frustration, and fear, I decided to run in the ING NYC Marathon to raise much-needed money for research, treatment and support of those who contract pancreatic cancer.