New York, the concrete jungle where dreams are made of, so they say.
|Counter clockwise: At the race Expo; On the ferry to Staten Island; At the marathon village before the start|
|Well done to all the graduates of NYCM Class of 2014|
Reflecting on it, I may not have the best race or a personal best at New York Marathon, but the experience really humbling me not only as a marathon runner but as a person. Now, will I give up on my Boston dream? No way. Just as the opposite, it makes me want to work harder for it. The experience taught me to appreciate all the little things you may otherwise ignore in life. As a marathon runner, I can work hard to improve my speed and endurance but my ITB problem will never go away unless I strengthen my core which I’ve never bothered to do in the past. Same thing at work, you cannot excel in what you do if you ignore something that may sound intangible like discipline or attitude.