After the build up and tension race day came up fast... I eased into it with minimal training as I was still feeling the results of my muscle sprains however, with a mixture of rest, ice, compression and massage I was able to walk to the start line free of pain.
I had trained for a sub 3h45m finish and therefore attached myself to the 3h40m pace team hoping they can pull me through despite my recent lack of training. The race started very well (albeit 20 mins early which caused some confusion and last minute removal of warming clothes!), I got chatting with a Canadian guy called Barry who was competing in his final marathon. He also had a goal of 3h40m so we stuck together.
Very quickly we left the pace team behind, which is clearly not the idea. We were however feeling very good as we ran through the streets if Brooklyn, adrenaline pumping as we listened to their screams. I think I was perhaps the most supported person on the day, RUN COOKIE RUN!!! was emblazoned on my shirt and I lost track of how many times I heard it shouted, it was literally in the hundreds. Our pace was good, 8m11s average miles, way better than I had hoped or planned/trained for.
"Barry" and I remained strong all through Brooklyn and into Queens. By that stage we had a Half Marathon under our belts and were talking as though we were on a stroll. Mile 16 (the last mile before Manhattan) however is the Queensborough Bridge. We'd been warned by the pacer at the start that the bridge was hellish; no fans are allowed so all you can hear is the pounding of feet and heavy breaths. Salvation is however there; at the end of the bridge is 1st Avenue in New York which was a wave of noise for the runners, if anyone was lagging then the adrenalin shot in the veins from those fans was instantaneous.
For me it was a wonderful moment; I saw my friend Kat and then my wife, daughter and parents. Despite being 17 miles into the race, it felt like the first mile for a moment...
However, I then hit the wall. I liken the moment to being hit by a baseball bat on the knees, all of a sudden (and only 1 mile after feeling so strong) my knees said "enough is enough" and started burning... I still had 8 miles to go...
The wheels fell off at this stage; I was able to run 1 - 1 1/2 miles however at a much reduced pace and broken up with stretches of walking (hobbling). My miles went from around 8 mins to 10 mins, with one at 12 mins. Barry and I had lost each other at the turn for 1st avenue so, my supporter was gone (I later tracked his result and see that he fell off worse than I did), all I had was the supporters ("RUN COOKIE RUN!!!") and my determination to see it through...
Suffice to say, I did make it although I lost likely 10 mins on my time in the last few miles. Approaching and being in Central Park was tough, by this time my calves, hamstrings and of course knees were on fire however I grinned and bared it.
My family support was again in prime position as I turned the penultimate corner on 60th Street Manhattan and with only 3/4 of a mile to go I was able to use their support to push through and even end with a 'sprint' finish of sorts....
My final time was 3h54m47s. I beat 2 of my goals; 1) to finish! and 2) to beat 4h.
As I write this I am back in Arizona and resting up. I intend to take 1-2 weeks off running to allow my muscles to recover and then start training for my next challenge; the Phoenix Half Marathon in January.


The marathon was an amazing experience, from the expo
to the race day and the celebrations thereafter! I can't wait to do another one, it's a hell of a bug to catch!