I am far from a being a marathoner but on November 2, 2014, I ran my very 1st marathon – the TCS New York City Marathon for my daughter Emma and Team JDRF. Emma was diagnosed with Type 1 Diabetes 4 years ago. Ever since she was diagnosed with T1D, I am committed to raise funds to help find a cure to this terrible disease.
I had a strict training schedule throughout the summer and into the fall and I felt ready. However, this race wasn’t easy. The winds were brutal throughout the day and by mile 20, I almost quit. I was tired and exhausted but I saw my daughter Emma with my dear friend Carol cheering me on to finish. I suddenly had a burst of energy and determination to cross that finish line.
I remember back in 2010, I was in Manhattan a day after the marathon and remember seeing people proudly wearing their marathon medals. I said to myself, “I want one of those medals…” The idea of running a marathon was always in the back of my mind. Could I actually do something like this?
I decided to run the NYC Half Marathon as a test to myself and to raise money for JDRF. If I can train for a half and finish, maybe I can run a full. I trained really hard throughout the brutal New England winter (temperatures in the teens, snow, ice…you name it). I was determined…I finished the NYC Half and I was all smiles. I remember my daughter Emma saying to me when I saw her after the race, “Mom, now go train and run in the Marathon!”
Ok, let’s do this. I made the commitment to train for the full marathon. Believe me, I was nervous and I had a lot of anxiety about this race. Did I train enough? Did I over train? I started to question myself—Am I really ready for this? 26.2 miles seemed like eternity. I didn’t care about my finishing time. I just wanted to finish.
Well, I did it! I crossed that finish line and when I placed that medal around my neck, I felt like I could conquer anything. The. Best. Feeling. Ever.
What’s up next? Another marathon? We will see…