NYC Marathon: A Triumph of the SpiritNovember 9, 2010 at 7:28 am | Posted in Fashion, Fitness and Beauty | 7 Comments
Tags: fitness, marathon, running, sports, working out
You see, my father was a marathon runner. He ran ten marathons in his career, including a comeback race three years after suffering a heart attack. The marathon brought the whole family together on the streets of New York where we’d wait in rain and cold to catch a glimpse of my father halfway through the race. We were all in awe of him and so proud.
When we met him at the finish line, there was always this sense of peace, mixed in with exhaustion, that took over. He was accomplished, every time, even if it took six hours. He stood there, huddled in his traditional wrap with his medal around his neck. He even gave me a few of his medals.
My father always told me that the marathon was a triumph of the spirit, and I was always in awe of those who could complete such an arduous task.
I told him when I was 18 I would run the marathon. I am now 27 and I have not come anywhere close to doing so. I have not yet developed a dedication for running. I actually did start running at the same time as I started this blog, but it only lasted for 3 months before famous excuses like business trips and summer heat got in the way. I have yet to pick up and try again.
I wonder if I ever will run the marathon. My father was in his 40s when he ran it. Maybe it’s a goal I’ll reach at a later time in my life. If I ever do, I know my father will be my inspiration.
Congrats to all the runners from Sunday’s race! You are truly an inspiration to us all.