What running the NYC marathon taught me about myself—and my bod

City Women & co

December 05, 2018 at 04:45AM

I don’t exactly recall the first mile I ever ran but I do know this: It wasn’t my idea. (If I were guessing, it probably had to do with proving I was a physically fit third grader to my gym teacher for the Presidental Fitness Test.) But I do remember the first mile I chose to run on my own. I was 14 and to make the basketball team, I had to clip along at an eight-minute pace. I didn’t do it. So, the next day I set out again, and again, and again to hit this mark and somewhere along the way, the pursuit hooked me. I guess you could say that, for me, running was always about something other than the miles.

Becoming a runner felt like finding religion or falling in love and making it last a lifetime. Every route has its…

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