The condition lasted me for months. I went to see many doctors, even paying $500 for a doctor whose practice was on the corner of 5th Ave and 86th (i think). He thought I had some form of "Tropical disease". About a month later, it was all over the news. CFS. Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. The symptoms were identical to what I had. Literally, I was unable to stand or even sit for too long without getting dizzy spells, headache, and sometimes wanting to pass out.
I had been accepted to run the marathon in 1990. But there was no way that I was going to do the race with this going on. This was all about self-preservation. I didn't feel good enough to stand for a few minutes, let alone run for 1 mile. How was I going to run 26.2? In the end, I didn't. The buses kept going by my house showing the ads of the Marathon. It was a tough day to watch this race. All the training for waste.
|I worked so hard for this Marathon. All to just vanish into thin air.... :(|
|Till the bitter end. I had hoped I could run, but it was not to be.|
Gerard Murphy, who had started running the year before, was going to run in the 1991 NYC Marathon. As we were good friends at the time, I decided to at least be a part of the race, even though it pained me greatly not to be able to run the whole race. So, I went to see him at 1st Ave & 60th just off the base of the Queensboro Bridge. I came dressed to run, because the temptation to run was just too hard to resist, and that's despite the fact that I hadn't run in over a year now.
As I saw Gerry come up 1st avenue, I decided to seize the opportunity by running with him. I wasn't going to run this race in total, but I decided that I would run most of the last 10.2 miles. As I ran with him, it became evident that I couldn't keep up with him. He was running with a friend of his, that seemed to have been slowing him down, so he went ahead, and I wound up running with this stranger, who I coached until nearly the finish line. In respect of the run and the other runners, I pulled myself out of the race near Columbus Circle. No medal for me.
I finally caught up to Gerry at the finish line. I was happy for him, but it was a true test of my sanity to partially do this race and not be counted, or get a medal.
Years later I would buy the medal off of ebay. But the not being counted part has cost me dearly, for even if I run every NYC Marathon between now and 2015, I will fall short of the now-required 15 Marathons needed to automatically qualify.....BY ONE.