I have always dreamed of my career in New York City Marathon. When I finally went to Flagstaff in 1986, I knew the time of formation and, finally, for the race. Two years later, with a job and stay at the foot of Buffalo Park, Flagstaff've trained hard for the amount used. On race day in 1988, his shirt boldly told the world that Flagstaff, Arizona, was the 6,990 meters altitude.
When the gun I immediately understood the magic of the New York marathon. Once I Verrazano Narrows Bridge from top to bottom, a crowd of supporters took to the streets, often ten rows deep for the next 25 miles. With over 2.5 million viewers in us, it was (and is) more than a spectator event in the world. The race passes through each of the five districts, each town celebrates cultural diversity. It 'the only day that the total concentration of the city for athletes, the nature of the celebration of the city.
The first half of the race for Brooklyn and Queens little clip for the 59th Street Bridge. At this time, Simon and Garfunkel have a melody fills my thoughts, and the roar of the crowd on First Avenue me wonderful. Seconds later, I discovered that my wonderful mother in the crowd. I gave him a quick hug, which helped me a jerk First Avenue, a mile and a half later I discovered that my father near his apartment. For the next five marathons, the father of the man in the corner of 81st and First Avenue, I always have an excuse for a much needed break.
The final stage of the race quickly to the north of the Bronx and Harlem in Upper Manhattan on Fifth Avenue in the breathtaking finale in the hills of Central Park
During that first race, I get tired around 23 km, just before the Mount Sinai Hospital, literally a stone's throw from where I was born 24 years before shooting. He was still deeply, when the last game in New York in 2005 and took my parents (divorced 1976) cheering right behind my house. A humanitarian workers discovered a family friendly resort photos there and I got over the finish line.
Of course, my favorite part of the New York Marathon (a marathon or for that matter) is always in the final. Volunteers in the medal around his neck, heavy equipment and block off with pride at home Dad. Along the way taxi drivers honking at me, and those whose business cards slap in the offer again. So one day, I feel like a native New Yorker, to get on the plane and go back to my reality in the air of Flagstaff.