I Need a Nurse and a Cheeseburger
Crossing the finish line it occurred to me, I couldn’t feel anything below my waist. This morning, I can. I suppose that’s what a 26.2 marathon will do to you. What an amazing race. At times I was overjoyed, disgusted, exhilerated, depressed. And finally, relieved — to cross the finish line — breathing.
My first thoughts: I need a nurse and a cheeseburger.
An odd assortment of characters on this race through the Big Apple. Most notably — Papa Smurf. I thought for a second I had become delusional. I’m really going to have to take a break, I thought. But a fellow runner indeed told me Papa Smurf had just smoked my behind. No Smurfette sightings.
Lots of great music along the way — from Brooklyn, through Queens, into the Bronx. My favorite — the jazz in Harlem.
My official time is posted here. Not too bad for a guy whose had heart surgery.
And you know, I do believe I’ll be running next year’s big race. I think. Possibly. Let me get back to you on that. Right now, I could really use that nurse.











Congrats on finishing the marathon. You’re looking good!
you look great. hope you enjoyed that cheeseburger!
Congrats on finishing your first marathon. It’s a great feeling (at least after the soreness goes away!).
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