#14 Running the New York City Marathon
Our friend Pete runs a fantastic charity called Kick4Life that provides holistic care to vulnerable children in Southern Africa including health care, education opportunities, mentoring and support onto employment.
So when he approached Eddie and I about taking part in the New York City marathon in support of this cause, we were excited to get involved. Not only would we get a chance to participate in the world's greatest race, but we'd also be raising awareness and valuable funds to support children in serious need. What an opportunity!
After some hesitation (did I mention that a marathon is 26.2 miles, or 42.2 kms?!) we took the plunge and signed up for the race.
Over the next three months we rallied our family and friends to support Kick4Life through our marathon challenge. We ran hundreds of miles in training and I obsessively collected athletic gear made from thermo-dynamic-something-a-rather that promised to wick away sweat and change your life in the process.
Finally, race day arrived. On a chilly November morning we donned our placebo gear and boarded the Staten Island Ferry en route to the race start. I'll never forget the beginning of the New York City Marathon. The American national anthem was proudly sung, a cannon fired and off we went to the blaring soundtrack of New York, New York. From the first bridge we had a spectacular view of the Manhattan skyline, while an NYPD chopper hovered in the foreground. The scene was beautiful and totally surreal.
Over the next four hours we ran through the five boroughs of New York. The whole way people cheered and danced and handed out supplies. A colleague and seasoned marathoner had told me to affix my name to my shirt so supporters knew my name. And boy I was glad I did! Every time I hit a physically or phycological wall, I'd just run towards the edge of the road and soak up some encouragement from the crowd "You got this Hannah", "Go Hannah! Quitting is not an option". We were so grateful to see enthusiastic, familiar faces along the way, including some very creative supporter signs!
The last 10km nearly broke my spirit. I felt nauseous from too much energy gel and Gatorade, and there were points when I was convinced that my legs would simply stop working. But thanks to the encouragement of my amazing husband who ran beside me every step of the way, we finally made it across the finish line in Central Park.
Running the New York City marathon was an experience of a lifetime. But what made the experience so special was the fact that we could do it in support of Kick4Life.
Thanks to the generosity of so many family and friends we were able to raise over $6300 toward this truly worthy cause. These fund are already being used to help support some of the world's most vulnerable children.
To continue supporting the work of Kick4Life and to learn how your generosity can change the lives of those in serious need visit http://www.kick4life.org











