Two Years On

Us old folks tend to take a perverse pride in a wide variety of events with which, truth be told, we have close to no involvement with. This goes back two years and I'm still winded reading it so I won't imagine how my brother (and this year, with two of my sisters, Kara and Jill) must feel today, despite the week NYC has had, running it.

Proud is the word I use to describe my feelings, then and now. Just in case you wondered. 
Here are my words from 2015:  

Someone Probably Could Have Used the Extra Hour

If the past as prologue is accurate, over 50,000 people will take to the streets today for the 2015 New York City Marathon (I'm not including in that number any of those who started out in the 2014 Marathon; it could happen).

I know of one runner this year who wasn't there previously, though the tales of those who have run are as different and diverse as their motivations for lacing up their running shoes.

I doubt I can even drive 26.2 miles much less run it (or watch while others do) but it's a tremendous event and those who have taken part would trade it for nothing in this life, except maybe a better placing than the one you can check on right here.

Stomp the Monster!

It's altogether fitting and proper that there be a Kenny back on the streets of the Big City, and this time around, one who has trained for it and whose heart is open to the thrill of possibilities. Go Adam, Kara, and Jill!

-bill kenny