Student life shouldn't be busier than working life. You may have more time to write about you in such a blog. Due to my laziness, however, I've procrastinated about this running record until now. I feel so sorry, honestly.
The day before the marathon, I have to admit I was hanging around New York City with my colleagues. Two of my close colleagues visited NYC for business trips and we met midnight and drunk till dawn. Lucky enough, I was in a good condition and ready for run on the marathon day.
I got on a ferry for Staten Island, the starting point. It's 6:30 a.m., dark and cold. As the ferry came closer to the island, I could see the Statue of Liberty clearly. I sometimes think of getting back to home in the morning of marathon, but the view from the ferry encouraged me to run for the race.
The runner were around 45,000 people. Even in the early morning, I could see literally thousands of runners. The starting area was divided into 3 parts so that the race could start smoothly. Actually, I didn't feel any trouble in saving a bag or going to a bathroom.
My starting time was 10:00 a.m. The race organizer asked us "Are you ready to run?" and we said "YES!!!", then Frank Sinatra's "New York, New York" was played so loudly. The race looked like a festival from the very beginning.
From Staten Island, we soon crossed Verrazano Narrows Bridge. The view from this bridge was spectacular. No wonder many runners stopped in the midst of the bridge and took pictures. I could see the buildings of Manhattan, but it's pretty much small from the bridge. The goal was still far away. Hard to believe I'd be there in a few hours.
Lots of spectators awaited us in Brooklyn. This huge support from spectators is one of the distinctive characteristics the NYC marathons has. People supported us in many different ways. Children loved high fives. Local rock bands played for us. I even saw people singing Gospel in front of a church.
I heard a lot of positive words during the race, such as “Looking good”, “I'm proud of you!”, and “You are great!”. In addition, national flags seemed to encourage the runners. Of course, I was one who appreciated so much to those who showed the Japanese national flag and shouted me “Ganbatte!”.
From Brooklyn, we headed up to the north and reached Queens. Then, crossing a long bridge, we got to Manhattan at last. The number of spectators was increasing in Manhattan. The voice of people was rumbling.
We ran at the East side of Manhattan and headed up further and further. Soon after we got to Bronx, we turned down, and headed down to Central Park. When I ran near Columbia University, I saw some students I know. Central Park was so beautiful with autumn leaves. And the number of spectators reached a peak. I was filled with a sense of exaltation at this point. Never wanted to stop running.
The goal time was 4 hours 14 minutes (net). I have to admit, it’s the worst record for me as a marathon. However, I ran at almost even pace. I never walked, stopped, kept smiling during the race. The race was too fun to focus on record. At the goal point, I received a gold medal that certificated my completion. While I was walking back to my home, many pedestrians said congratulations to me.
The NYC marathon was the most impressive race ever for me. Next day, I found my name on the special edition of the New York Times as a finisher. The size of my name was small, but gave me a big pleasure.