sunday, i head out for a short run of 26.2 miles that snakes through the 5 boroughs of NYC. i'll have company. about 30,000+ fellow runners. some, are the cream of the crop, some will be amongst the last to cross the finish line.
i hope to be in the middle of the pack...but it's no matter, we'll all have bragging rights...
we'll all be able to say, "I run this town!"
so, here i go. i hope to leave lots of stress and anger for those mean streets of NY. i'm leaving parts of the girl that's gotten stepped on, pushed and shoved, the woman that's sick and tired of the bull at work, and hoping to re-energize, re-ignite that low blue flame that's on the verge of getting snuffed out.
dad was a runner. he was one hell of a walker too. i remember when i was a little girl, mom would watch me and dad from the 9th floor window of our apartment in the projects in what is known as Spanish Harlem...she'd watch us walk until she couldn't see us anymore... i've inherited dad's fast walk.
and soon i'll find out if i've inherited his toughness. i'm pinning his old beat-up Yankee hat to my shorts. Dad will be running this town with me.
ciao&meow with a little mantra, "go, go, go, go"
;-)