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Wednesday, June 19, 2013

State #27: New York, New York City Marathon

The NYC Marathon is a once in a lifetime experience.  I was fortunate to stay with Gary and Mary from the MDI Marathon.  Gary founded Crow Athletics, the running club that I belong to in Mount Desert Island, Maine.  They were great hosts and very familiar with the marathon so it made my experience extra special!!

I decided to wear all Boston Red Sox stuff since my dad would have loved knowing that I was representing our team.  NYY-BoSox rivalry!! The Sox had just won the 2013 World Series so I bought a shirt that said "WE OWN THE PARADE." I thought it was fitting since I'd be running in the world's biggest marathon/parade.

I took the Staten Island ferry over to the start.  There was security everywhere.  I waited around for several hours before it was time for my wave to start.  Running over the Verrazano–Narrows Bridge was amazing.  I was lucky to run on the top of the double decker bridge, so I had a great view of the city. 

The spectators in Brooklyn and Harlem made this marathon.  Brooklyn residents are so happy to have the marathoners running their streets!  The sun was going down as I was finishing, and it was bitter cold.  I really just wanted to be done.  The stretch to Central Park seemed like it was going to be forever to reach the finish line.  I can definitely say that reaching the finish line of any marathon makes you feel like you can do anything.  NYC was emotional for me, as it was a big city marathon and one of the World Majors, and they painted blue and yellow lines at the finish line for Boston.  I definitely left a view tears out there for Boston. The finish experience was crazy, I was surrounded by so many other freezing finishers and I had no clue where to go.  I finally hailed down a cab after walking for a couple miles after the marathon.  I loved this marathon, but I was really glad to make it home to Boston.  I can't wait to run Boston someday, because it is a big part of my life and a lot of special memories took place in Boston with my dad.

Doug, myself, Gary

Me, Gary, Mary

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