How a Lark Becomes a Dream

My friend Holly (the only person I have ever run a race with…the Paris Half Marathon in 2011) emailed me several weeks ago.  She chews up marathons and spits them out on a regular basis…she is always in marathon shape, has raised tons’o money for breast cancer, is a running fanatic and an inspiration to me.

She is running the NYC marathon this November, having a guaranteed spot since her application has been denied for three consecutive years.

Any interest in signing up for the lottery drawing and running with me, she asked?

No problem!  I won’t get in, I thought.  I’ve read the horror stories of how difficult it is to get a spot in that race.  I paid my $11 nonrefundable fee and moved on.

You know where this is going.

I’m in.

I’m in.

Fing A, I’m in!

Out of 77,087 entries, I lucked out along with 9,169 other runners and nabbed a spot.  That’s a selection rate of 11.9%, folks.

I made it.

Start spreading’ the news.  I’m wiggin’ today.

I got the email around 5:00, just as I was heading out into a cold and windy late afternoon run.  I think I had a delayed reaction to the email. When I hear bad news, I get the ramifications instantly, like somebody dumped a bucket of cold water right on my head.  But good news?  Freaky lucky surprising news like this?  It slowly overtook me during that run like butter spreading on toast.  I ran a few minutes just repeating it in my head (“I made it.”)  Then I sped up as the excitement and adrenaline hit me and my imagination took hold of my heart.  By the end of the run, I was grinning, practically dancing as I pushed through that wind and ignored that spitting rain.

I think HH was surprised by the news and my high-pitched squeals of excitement when he came in the door.  I’ve never heard you mention this before, he pointed out.  True.  It was a lark.  I’ve never had the NY marathon in my sights.

But I do now.  I am thrilled and grateful.  

I want to be a part of it.

I don’t have any reasons, I’ve left them all behind…

These streets will make you feel brand new, big lights will inspire you…

Hot damn, I’m in!

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Now I just have to get through my three half marathons in five weeks and then start thinking about training…you know, the easy part (ha!)  I won’t worry about that little tidbit right now.

Anyone else in for the dream?  I would love to hear it if you are…and wish me luck, peeps!

What I’m running to:  Well, now I will be adding anything to do with New York, of course, but this week I have been running to Burn by Ellie Goulding…

‘Cause we got the fire

And we’re burning one hell of a something!

 

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53 thoughts on “How a Lark Becomes a Dream

  1. Wow! That is fantastic. My one and only marathon was London 2012 – if NY it is anything like London you are in for the experience of a lifetime. I’m jealous!!

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  2. Congrats! I think everything happens for a reason so this was meant to happen this year! I’m excited for you and can’t wait to hear about training! And PS, my husband would totally react that way too. Every time I sign up for a new race he’s like “ummm what…”. Haha these non-runners!

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  3. Wow. You lucky thing, and just before it closed as well. You should have gone right out and bought a lottery ticket as well! Enjoy your three-halfs-in-way-too-short-a-period and then bang, straight into marathon training!

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    • I didn’t deserve the spot for joining last minute…but I’ll take it! Enjoy your Paris experience as well…I ran their half marathon a couple of years ago, and the organization was terrible. Twenty toilets for 25,000 runners–we had to run through a river of pee at the starting line! Hope it’s better for you!

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  4. Congrats! I’m jealous; I didn’t get in. They did away with the 3-year denied rule after this year too. I’m debating doing a charity run, but mi thinking maybe not this year.

    It’s supposed to be a fantastic experience! You must be thrilled.

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    • Thank you…I definitely am! I had always heard that you had to raise a ginormous charity amount to get in, and given that I already tapped my friends and family for fundraising for my first marathon, I had always figured that I had no chance of getting entry that way (I don’t want to ask for money a second time.) I am still in shock, I think!

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  5. CONGRATS!!!!! Running NYC was the best experience of my life. The streets are filled with spectators and I never once felt like I was struggling. Everyone talks about hitting a wall and it honestly never happened. My family maneuvered the subway system to see me at 4 different locations and it was truly amazing. Best of luck to you!!!!

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