You have probably heard some combination of the words “Fortune Favors”, whether it was with bravery or boldness. Like crossing your fingers tightly, uttering these words is a little prayer to be steadfast - unwavering in body and mind. Any time you are about to roll the dice of life, these words are your verbal cloak. Say ‘em and send it.
This blog was dreamed up on the idea that our fortune - both the good and bad - starts long before bravery or boldness. Fortune is cut from the cloth of process, mined in the “woah” of adventure, and shined in the act of reflection. Fortune is easy to spot in success, but just like the sun, it’s always there, even on rainy days.
The truth, as far as I can make it out to be, is that fortune favors… anything. You just have to be willing to laugh at what is and be curious about what is not.
You need not always be bold or brave. Just remember to cross your fingers before you go.
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Biting the Big Apple (Pt 1)
This is the first of three stories about the 2017 NYC Marathon.
We approach the dark car - the air crisp, the sky a dull gray. This, the first day of our 2017 Daylights Saving Time, feels like a typical Fall day. Making our way through the streets of Staten Island, he asks, “How long is the race?” as we head towards a congested highway.
No cars are moving, but we show no signs of slowing. The car veers into the HOV Lane and then, the shoulder. This highway is bloating as the cars race to cross a bridge that, by now, is already closed. Like Han Solo and Chewbacca shooting into light speed, we dart forward, ready to beseech a spot in front of the large coach bus ahead.
Reason to Run
As the start time of the NYC Marathon approaches, I’ve been reflecting on what running has meant to me so far in my life. Running and I didn’t get along a first. In fact, I’d sworn to never call or text Running again when I first put feet to the pavement. To this day, I’m not quite sure when Running won me over, but I’m sure it was somewhere between the hours of 4 to 6am, the hours that have become sacred to the sport.