I ran the NYC Marathon in 2003 when I was 47, not knowing exactly what I was getting into, especially since I only started running in order to be in the marathon.
At that time, my goal was simply to finish. And, I did… in six hours and 45 minutes. Not a world record by any means, but it felt good to know that I had actually run in and finished this notoriously hard course. The idea that I probably could do better, though, nagged at me for a long time.
Shortly after that first marathon, I stopped running and pretty much stopped doing any form of exercise. It wasn’t until I turned 50 and started to question everything, leading me to research and write my book, that I tiptoed back. (more…)
