It’s hard to believe one of our favorite days of the year, the NYC Marathon, was almost a month away! This year was a particularly great year, with dozens of our runners repoing Harlem Run and plenty more out there cheering along the course.
We want to take the next few weeks to highlight some of our runners and cheerers incredible stories about the big day, and how their fitness journeys led them here. This week, we celebrate Terry! Read her story below, and be sure to comment with your favorite NYC Marathon memories.
As I slowly come off the high of an incredible first marathon experience, I end my 2017 running love letter - and almost 2 year Harlem Runniversary! - to New York City and my home sweet Harlem. Starting the year with the New York City Half Marathon and training across the city through new neighborhoods, I never would’ve imagined that running would become such a part of my identity and lifestyle.
Since I was a teenager, part of my life revolved around being a hip-hop dancer. But over time, I became disconnected and increasingly anxious and stressed every time I stepped into a studio or on stage. I suddenly needed a new environment to find myself, remain active, and de-stress. Around this time, I met someone who shared with me his happiness in running. Although that relationship didn’t last, luckily the happiness in running did and I was able to turn it into something new for ME.
Through the amazing Harlem Run family, I have met some great people, built new friendships, and found the support to embrace my new identity and lifestyle as a runner - and now marathoner! From Monday Night Run, Thursday Speedwork, and 6:00am long runs with the Saturday Morning Run Crew (#SMRC), I couldn’t have been more prepared for my first New York City Marathon.
Running through the 5 boroughs was a moving experience; I get chills just writing about it! The quiet fog and sound of sneakers hitting the pavement over the Verrazano Bridge; miles of “go Terry! Get it girl!” through Brooklyn and Queens from complete strangers; coming off the Queensboro Bridge to the roar of 1st Ave.; cheers from the BX and catching some of the Harlem Run family along the way; and then of course running down 5th Ave. to Mile 22 where the tightest hugs awaited!
I don’t think any training plan could’ve prepared me for what I was going to feel on the run but I’m glad there is no way to prepare for it and just live it. It’s pretty amazing what the body can endure and what you can accomplish. I don’t think there will be anything quite like your first marathon, especially New York City, but there will always be another marathon...I can’t believe I just ran 26.2 miles and I’m already talking about another one! Thanks Harlem Run :)