New York City Marathon Event Report
Finally on track, we made subway, the ferry, the buses, the haul to the runners’ area, and then the wait before our start times. I had plenty of time to mill about, drink about 10 cups of coffee, snarf a bagel, refill my waters, and hit the port-o-lets about five times, at least, before being directed to the start area. I felt good, but the heel was killing me. Still, I figured I could gut it out. No pain, no gain, man!
I shared Runners’ Church with everyone I could, and then the throng started and we were off. I had a pretty good amount of time to “warm-up” and by the time we were running, I was hitting it pretty hard. I won’t belabor the details, but suffice to say, by about mile 10, I was in so much pain, I could barely walk. I pulled into the medical tent and we tried a wrap. I made it a few paces and considered DNFing right there. Then I figured, what the heck, I can walk-hobble this thing to the house using my good leg, and so I did. Forget about a 3-hour marathon; just finish!
It was pretty warm—the second hottest NYC Marathon on record—and my poor bunkmate (coming in from Canada) had a horrible day. I passed him by with some encouragement and made it to the finish. However, I soon learned that the “finish line” at 26.2 miles was not the end; there were still a lot of walking to get us out of the Central Park finish area.
Anyway, I was able to get back, get showered, and I left for the airport the next day via a FedEx shop to mail my boots to Nashville, where I was headed next. Funny thing: At the airport terminal, I was laying down, feet elevated; but, when I got up, I literally toppled over because my bum foot gave way. Nobody even batted and eye. I guess they figured I’d had a couple too many toddies, or something. Pretty funny, actually.
All in all, it was an expensive foray into the Big Apple. My home church, the Church on Masters Road gave me a huge contribution to offset the financial expense. However, overcompensating for the bum foot in the marathon gave me a really badly pulled left hammie to go along with the foot, and both were killing me as I drove from Pittsburgh to Nashville for the next race and Runners’ Church event, the Shelli Huether 8-Hour Honor Run November 12th, only one week away.