Marathon Sunday

The New York City Marathon is my absolute

hands down, favorite day to be a New Yorker.

I love the energy from the crowd-

the collective euphoria and excitement that everyone is recycling through the city.

Beyond a spectacle, it’s really more of a New York holiday.

The city is at its most magical;

with a steady pulse of encouragement that can be heard in every borough.

I have a lot of wonderful Marathon Sundays under my belt-

strictly speaking as a spectator, of course.

I remember last year in particular, beers in hand at a bar located on a prominent part of the runner’s route- right where the marathoners round an uphill bend.

I told my friends I was considering a big move,

that I was ready for a change of pace.

This conversation occurring before applying to graduate school,

and long before applying for new jobs out west.

I never put it together, but thinking back now, how symbolic really,

to have had this conversation unravel at a pivotal moment in the actual race course,

with thousands of people running by- all depending on,

well, a personal pace.

I’m wishing my dearest friends a sunny and crisp day of marathon watching, cheering,

and for one of you, running.

I'll be in a New York State of mind all Sunday long…

xo