In a Pandemic, Reflecting on my Race with Mortality
Lately I’ve been working the elliptical hard, pumping the pedals like I have something to prove. As a cancer survivor, maybe I do. Staying strong could help protect me against COVID-19. Because of my condition, I make it my priority. Sometimes during my workout an old memory drifts up, of a time I had even more to prove. It’s November 1995—the start of the New York City Marathon. I can clearly picture that morning: the stampede of runners, myself included, sweeping across the Verrazzano-Narrows Bridge and making it shake. The low sun stipples the Hudson River orange. Steel cables tremble in a stiff wind. I remember feeling strong, eager to go the distance. As I reach the bridge’s high point, I speed up and break free of a pack of... Read more...
