What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

It’s autumn in New York

It’s good to live it again.

New York in November really does have a special charm to it. The air is clear and crisp, and the
leaves on the trees in Central Park are just beginning to turn golden. The sky is so clear you can see
forever, and the skyscrapers lavishly reflect the sun’s rays. You feel you can keep on walking one
block after another without end. Expensive cashmere coats fill the windows at Bergdorf Goodman, and
the streets are filled with the delicious smell of roasted pretzels.

On the day of the race, as I run those very streets, will I be able to fully enjoy this autumn in New
York? Or will I be too preoccupied? I won’t know until I actually start running. If there’s one hard and
fast rule about marathons, it’s that.