Obviously I needed to make sure my health was in order, but the New York City marathon was very much on my mind. I was still 7 weeks out from race day and I knew that this was plenty of time to get my lungs in order, get some longer runs in and be ready for the marathon. For me and my medical team that was our approach. They knew I wanted to run. They know how important the first Sunday in November is to me. For them, it was never a question.
We were going to get me a position to be healthy and successful.
However, there were still some questions. I was in the hospital for a reason, so why would I even consider running
this year? What did I have to prove? Why would I want to push myself and potentially put myself right back to where I was? Why not just relax and defer to next year? Spend this year on the sidelines this year cheering my friends who were running.
Quite honestly, I thought about it. The questions were valid. My health is most important and if I couldn’t bounce back like I had in the past I was very much ready to defer to next year. At this stage of my life there is nothing left to prove. I don’t run marathons to impress people. I don’t need to. I simply run because I love to run. As I’ve said plenty of times, running brings a smile to my face and joy to my life. It is my time to escape. It is my time to relax. It
is my time to celebrate. And that’s exactly what the first Sunday in November in New York City. It’s a celebration. A
celebration of running. A celebration of New York City. And for me, most importantly, a celebration of life. And that’s why I’m going to run. Because I want to celebrate.