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I ran the NYC Marathon yesterday for the first time, and did reasonably well (3:55), considering that I walked at least three miles towards the end.  I actually went against my doctor's and trainer's orders (not to mention sanity and common sense) by competing despite having multiple stress fractures in both of my legs.  I loosely considered sitting it out and receiving an automatic bid for next year's event, but I couldn't get myself to do it.  Who knows what will happen a full year from now?  More importantly, I felt that I could do it, and I had to prove it to myself.  That feeling of accomplishment and self-pride is perhaps more rare for me than other people -- my day-to-day life is pretty mundane and repetitive.  Now, I have something to feel good about and the medal will always serve as a reminder of what I'm capable of doing.  After a little rest and rehab, I am planning to start running again with the full intention of going at it again in November 2007.