Running Zaidy

I recently posted this to one of the NYC Marathon Facebook Groups. Have a look at one of the responses.  This is one of the things that make the marathon so special. Let's share medal stories. I'll start. I had a great experience with my medal last year. When I crossed the border on my way back to Montreal the border guard asked me if I had anything to declare. I said yes I do, and showed her my medal. She said "Wow, can I hold it?". I gave it to her and we had a nice running conversation. After giving it back to me she asked if I had anything else to declare. I said "Yes, I have some groceries, a couple of bottles of wine, and a bottle of scotch". She smiled and said "Oh, you deserve that". Here is one of the comments.

Here is something I wrote after completing my first marathon on June 3,2018. Power walked for over 20 years. Never intended to run a marathon. Couldn't run to the end of the block. Wanted to mix a little running with my power walking. Started. Running 1K without stopping was the goal. That little voice inside my head said no you can't. Took a while but I did it. Then it was 2K and then 3K. I never intended to run a marathon. Kept adding a little bit more each week. Weeks turned to months, I reached 5K. Wonder if I can do 10K. The little voice said no you can't. Did 6, 7, 8, 9, and then 10K. I was happy with that. I never intended to run a marathon. Did 8 miles and then 10. Decided to try a half. The little voice said no you can't. Did it. Did lots more half's. Most with 1300 foot climbs. One Sunday I decided to try a 16 miler. Let's see what happens, I said to myself. The little voice said no you can't. Did it. One day I saw a runner with 42.2 on his jersey.