And thirty years have come to pass…I first ran the NYC Marathon back in 1986 when I took on the seemingly impossible task of running 26.2 miles, more miles than years lived. Sheer determination and grit carried me across the finish line in 4:49:39. It was one of those days, when expectations collide with reality, perspective and boundaries shatter and eventually you emerge stronger for it. It’s a time I have come to lean on in life. Ten years on I was so busy climbing the corporate ladder that I forgot about the 5 boroughs. I am sure I spent that day working on something “really important”, though for the life of me I can’t recall what it was. My bad, but live and learn. Twenty years on I was back on track, chasing the starting line in Boston, and I ran a near perfect race in 3:28:42. That’s when I began to understand the true power of intention. And then last Sunday, on the thirty year mark, I returned, so grateful for yet another opportunity, for the ability to run 4:23:59, and to be exactly where I intended to be…See you on the starting line in ’26<a
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