Runners from all over the globe descended on NYC last weekend in their matching tracksuits (yes, you Italians) and their crazy costumes (super heroes and a Dunkin Donuts coffee cup) to run the world's largest marathon. 50,564 of us crossed the finish line in Central Park, powered through the five boroughs by the energy and enthusiasm of total strangers shouting our names and encouraging us from the sidelines.
From the gospel choirs in Brooklyn to the crowds five deep along Fifth Avenue there is truly nothing like running through the streets of New York City. My deepest gratitude goes out to all the volunteers and support crew, they are the reason why more than 150,000 people apply every year to be one of the lucky few.
In the past 14 weeks I've run more than 500 miles, gone through three pairs of my beloved Saucony Kinvaras, and declined countless cocktails all in preparation for running NYC. Now that it's over I'm happily re-hydrating properly, martini glass in hand with my still sore marathon feet propped up on the couch. We have some very big trips coming up in the next year and Mr. C&G has reminded me I can't use the "gone running" or "gone napping" excuse anymore. It's time to get back to research, planning, blogging, and cocktailing. Stay tuned!