NYC for Grassroots Soccer

In my life I have run one marathon.  It was the final leg of the 2004 Ironman World Championships in Kona, HI and it was one of the hardest, most painful things I have ever done.  Eight miles into that race my body began to send signals to my brain that it may be time to stop.  The communication was gentle, insisting that it was OK.  I had made a valient effort and to quit would mean no shame.  It was a hard race.  People would understand.  Continue reading