November. A redeeming piece.
It's been over two months since the marathon. I told myself I'd write about it immediately so that I wouldn't forget a moment; so I could recount the elation of cruising through Brooklyn and its commendable crowds–with spectators spilling onto the streets to cheer your name, high-five you, and share a grin so wide that for a moment, you did feel like someone’s hero; so I could accurately capture the utter low as I held back tears when my legs t
Run. A piece inspired over the miles. Saturday breezed in on the wings of nostalgia. It was race day in Central Park, and Scotland's blue and white Saltire dotted the start and finish lines while the chilling cries of bagpipes verberated through the morning murmurs. Eight thousand runners huddled into their corrals along the edge of Central Park West; many were dressed in tartan, some paired kilts with running shoes, and even the painted face of William Wallace made an appear