My Three Favorite Marathons This Year And Why
My Three Favorite Marathons For 2014
Flying Pig Marathon
Rock 'N Roll Marathon DC
Like anything in life your most memorable and greatest experiences are associated with people that you care about or and care about you.
You do something fun together and you bond. Those good feelings of encouragement and hope carry forward to your future. You can't change some of the things in the past you may wish never had taken place, but you can make positive choices in the future and find happiness in what you love to do.
Flying Pig Marathon
I heard about Flying Pig from Jessica .. a Facebook friend. This race was truly awesome. She ran the half marathon and I ran the full. Although I got a terrible fever after the race and never got to meet her, I will never forget her kindness and encouragement.
The crowds in this race you will never forget. I told someone last night your first marathon is hard ... forget walking, your second one even harder..and if you can make it through your third they start to become manageable. With experience you can manage your pain, you truly start to achieve a new level of endurance.
I will never forget. I was limping after the race and Jenny put her arm around me and helped me walk to the shuttle bus. I know many of you out there that run marathons can understand how much it means to a runner to have someone there for you at the finish line. After breaking through the wall and on my last stretch on the boardwalk I looked at the Ocean and mumbled a thank you to God. I was so happy I was able to achieve a finish. It would have been Jenny's first full, but she dropped to the half ... She was smart and listened to her body to avoid an injury.
RNR Marathon DC
My favorite part of this marathon was meeting Wally and having dinner with him at Founding Farmers in DC. We were eating at the bar and bumped into another runner in town for the race from PA. It was amazing to sit between two marathon runners and listen to all things running. Wally was the person who really made me believe in myself at a time when running 50 marathons in 50 states seemed far fetched.
Races are races ... Medals are medals.... And they get forgotten except the ones spent in great company and with people who have changed your life.