And that’s a wrap of the NYC Marathon
For those of you who have been following along with the amazing journey of Gillian and the New York Marathon please read on to hear how it all ended up…
Gillian’s Story
It’s taken me a while to tap out my final instalment…
I’ve been travelling with my family for the six weeks since the marathon, and I’m currently writing this from the balcony of our casa in Old Town Havana, Cuba. Jude & Jonah are napping, and Gavin & Adia are chilling out on the couch, after a morning of exploring the plazas, parques and cobblestone laneways of this extraordinary city.
I digress … the marathon …
So, I did it! Not as fast or as comfortably as I set out to finish, but I finished the New York City Marathon, nonetheless.
For the record, I completed it in 5h7m. My initial goal was to cross the line in under 4h30, but my pesky knee injury slowed me down considerably.
If you’ve been following my journey, you’ll know I battled ITB friction syndrome during my training, and was then hampered in my final weeks by a yet more challenging and painful friction-related injury to my right knee. A combination of physio, podiatry – and no less than six cortisone injections – finally had me on my way to NYC.
I started the day out really hopeful, and so excited. Both the bus ride and time in the starting village were an experience in themselves, and Sue (friend and run buddy) and I soaked it all up!
My run wave crossed the start line at 10.40am to the tune of Sinatra’s New York, New York.
I was on my way!
I managed to run the first 14km at a really good pace, and relatively pain free. I was elated. Then, a bolt of pain followed by familiar knee weakness, just before I’d finished my 15th kilometre, brought me right back to reality.
I was pretty determined to give it all I had, so I managed to perfect a weird hobble-run style, and took most of the impact on my left leg for the next 5 or so km. My pain dissipated enough to allow me to pick up pace and really enjoy kilometres 20-28.
But then, the pain returned and became too much, forcing me to have to walk 28-30km – all the while thinking I’d need to walk the remaining quarter of the race. Mercifully, the pain again abated and I was able to run the remainder of the race (albeit at a slow pace) through the Bronx and into Manhattan, crossing the finish line in Central Park just after 3.45pm.
42.2km is a really long way, and although I certainly cannot say I did it easily, I definitely dug deep and gave it all I had, earning my finisher’s medal.
The marathon itself was so amazing; sooooo much fun. It was essentially a running tour of the five boroughs of New York: Staten Island, Brooklyn, Queens, the Bronx, and Manhattan.
Around 36 of the 42 kilometre (26 mile) course was lined shoulder-to-shoulder, and many heads deep, with New Yorkers clapping and cheering on complete strangers from more than 50 countries. And, the rain that fell that day did nothing to dampen the atmosphere of the event.
New Yorkers love the marathon tradition, and they do it in style; signs, banners, balloons, sky-writers, choirs, bands, street parties, marching bands! My running top bore my name, and everyone yelling out to me lifted me when I really needed it.
Everything I’d read and heard about the event was positively true. It all surpassed my expectations, and cemented in my mind exactly why the NYC Marathon is so legendary.
I spent the afternoon nursing both my medal and my injury … with a massive smile on my face. A dear friend who lives on Central Park West (who fed and watered us after the race), published an article that evening, which you can read here: http://www.newyorksocialdiary.com/guest-diary/2017/a-new-york-city-marathoners-diary
#roadtonyc2017 may be over for me, but boy was the journey worth it!
I’ve checked it off my bucket list, and can now relax in the knowledge that there are only fun runs in my future! Haha! Thanks for reading, and for your support and encouragement this year.
Very happy to impart my experience to anyone considering the NYC Marathon themselves …. It’s a huge commitment, but you certainly won’t regret it!
Gillian














