MY 'VICTORY' IN THE NYC MARATHON

In the weeks leading up to the NYC Marathon, I said I was going to beat the Kenyans, win
the endurance race, and have a parade down the Canyon of Heroes to celebrate. This near-50,
pasty-white, painfully slow man was going to shock the world and beat 50,000 runners to
the finish. Yes, I said it all.

I had to.

Just 21 days before the marathon and less than 48 hours after I secured a spot in the race, I
suffered a lower leg injury during the last 50 yards of an 18-mile run. It was my last long run
leading up to the marathon. I shut everything down because I didn't want to break the cardinal
rule of running: make sure you don't get injured on the way to the starting line. I wondered
how the heck I was going to run 26.2 miles when I wasn't sure if I was even going to be healthy.
I wondered how I was going to finish my first-ever marathon when I ran a total of five miles
in the three weeks leading up to the event.

So I lied.

I didn't lie to myself, but I lied to my mind. They are not one and the same.  I covered a golfer
at Penn State several years ago and he was down four holes with six to play in a match-play tournament.  After he came back to win, I asked him what the heck he was thinking. He said,
"I lied to my mind and tried to trick it. I said I was playing really well and I was going to win the
match and I did."

That's why I posted on all messages on Facebook. I had to see it in writing, have people doubt
me, challenge myself, and most of all, believe I could do it. And there was no way I was going
to miss the opportunity of running in the great New York City Marathon. Nobody is promised
tomorrow and I sure as heck wasn't going to wait a full year to run this race.

The adrenaline rush as the howitzer went off to start the race, along with the feeling of running
across the Verrazano bridge was truly amazing. If there was any pain in my leg, I sure as heck
didn't feel it.

Running through the streets of the five boroughs of NYC was just flat-out incredible. People
you had never seen before and certainly didn't have any ties to, were screaming wildly. I wore
a "Carolina Baseball" T-shirt, showing the pride in the school I graduated from. I quickly found
out how many people love the University of North Carolina. There were shouts of "Tar"..
followed by "Heels", a famous chant that all graduates of the university in Chapel Hill know
all too well. It kept me going and fired me up.

Almost as amazing as the race itself, was how the organizers could track 50,000 runners
and all their split times. I know technology these days is off-the-charts, but to be able to chart
the progress of every runner for 26.2 miles and post it instantaneously in real-time, is truly mind-boggling. Below is my chart from the race. As you can see, I had a good pace going. I hit the
half-way mark at just over 1 hour and 49 minutes and was well-within reach of my goal of
3:47.

DISTANCE TIME OF DAY ELAPSED TIME EST. FINISH PACE/MILE 5K  10:33:56 AM 0:26:11 01:48:19 PM 08:26 10K  10:59:27 AM 0:51:42 01:45:52 PM 08:20 MILE 8  11:14:06 AM 1:06:21 01:45:01 PM 08:18 MILE 9  11:22:35 AM 1:14:50 01:45:34 PM 08:19 15K  11:25:14 AM 1:17:29 01:45:34 PM 08:19 MILE 10  11:30:45 AM 1:23:00 01:45:12 PM 08:18 MILE 11  11:39:22 AM 1:31:37 01:45:57 PM 08:20 MILE 12  11:47:50 AM 1:40:05 01:46:16 PM 08:21 20K  11:51:32 AM 1:43:47 01:46:30 PM 08:21 MILE 13  11:56:24 AM 1:48:39 01:46:42 PM 08:22 HALF  11:57:25 AM 1:49:40 01:47:05 PM 08:23 MILE 14  12:05:07 PM 1:57:22 01:47:24 PM 08:23 MILE 15  12:14:04 PM 2:06:19 01:48:22 PM 08:26 25K  12:19:03 PM 2:11:18 01:49:15 PM 08:28 MILE 16  12:23:07 PM 2:15:22 01:49:24 PM 08:28 I was running strong until I got to mile 21, hitting that mark at three hours, but then the pain became too much too bare. It felt like somebody took a sledgehammer and whacked my left knee. I slowed to a walk and tried to massage my knee and leg to get things going. I couldn't even look at the crowd because I was too embarrassed for them to see the pain I was in. I had run 21 miles and now this? If I had been on the course for  six hours, I wouldn't feel bad about walking to the finish, but I was still fresh and feeling  strong. There was no way I was going to walk the rest of the way. I would've felt too much shame. I even tried running backwards hoping to alleviate the pain. Even in NYC where nothing surprises anybody, I'm sure many people in the crowd were looking at me like I had three eyes and two heads. DISTANCE TIME OF DAY ELAPSED TIME EST. FINISH PACE/MILE MILE 17  12:31:50 PM 2:24:05 01:49:49 PM 08:29 MILE 18  12:40:37 PM 2:32:52 01:50:15 PM 08:30 30K  12:46:32 PM 2:38:47 01:50:56 PM 08:32 MILE 19  12:49:44 PM 2:41:59 01:51:07 PM 08:32 MILE 20  12:59:08 PM 2:51:24 01:52:16 PM 08:35 MILE 21  01:08:36 PM 3:00:51 01:53:23 PM 08:37 35K  01:19:59 PM 3:12:14 01:59:19 PM 08:51 MILE 22  01:26:15 PM 3:18:30 02:04:08 PM 09:02 MILE 23  01:42:05 PM 3:34:21 02:11:55 PM 09:20 MILE 24  01:52:16 PM 3:44:31 02:12:51 PM 09:22 40K  02:00:16 PM 3:52:31 02:12:54 PM 09:22 MILE 25  02:01:37 PM 3:53:52 02:12:51 PM 09:22 MILE 26  02:10:45 PM 4:03:00 02:12:37 PM 09:21 FINISH  02:12:41 PM 4:04:56 02:12:41 PM 09:21 However, the adrenaline rush, once again, erased the pain. The course took us through Columbus Circle and then on to Central Park where thousands of fans just about escorted us to the finish line. It was scintillating and spine-tingling, to say the least. I finished in 4:04:56, but it wasn't about the time. As they say about life, it's all about

Out of 50, 000 plus runners, I finished 17, 989. No, I didn't beat the Kenyans, but I'm claiming

a victory of my own in the New York City marathon. Wow. What a day. What a race. I'll never

forget it.