In September 2009, I elected to have surgery on both of my legs so that I could run. 8 years, 1 month, and 8 days later, I ran my first marathon, in my hometown of NYC. It was emotional, and completing the race gave me a sense of pride I never before felt. But I also knew that I became addicted to the work, to the journey of training, and to the feeling of satisfaction, knowing I beat the odds.
New York was where I was born, where I grew up, where I encountered challenges. It's where I became an athlete, a runner. It’s where my family and friends are, it’s the streets that I train on, it’s the bridges and roads and paths and intersections that define my journey. It’s where I’m inspired by my fellow runners, and where I’m proud to have transformed myself into a Marathoner.
My crazy dream was always to run just one Half Marathon! That dream grew and evolved, and now I am proud to say that I’ve achieved my dream 10x over, and have run 5 marathons. My next crazy dream is to run the Boston Marathon as I pursue the completion of the World Marathon Majors.
If you feel that every kid deserves the chance to chase his or her crazy dream, with the support of his or her family, and without the burden of having to figure out where to sleep at night - I’d be incredibly grateful if you’d consider donating to FamilyAid Boston.