Special to The Hawai‘i Herald
Growing up, my parents used to tell me I was a “kotonk,” because I was born in New York City. My brother and I were both born in Manhattan because my dad was working there at the time. We all moved back to Hawai‘i when I was 6 months old, so I’ve essentially lived here all my life. My first photos of my mom cradling me in her arms as a newborn were taken at Mount Sinai Hospital, under the blue canopy of the hospital entrance that fronts snowy Central Park. This past November, 38 years later, I ran past that exact same spot on my way to the finish line of the New York City Marathon.
It took me over a year to get to that race. The NYC Marathon is the world’s largest. Most of the 50,000 runners gain entry through a lottery or by raising money for charities. Another way of qualifying is by running a recognized marathon or half-marathon under a specified time. Historically, the Boston Marathon is the race that many avid runners include on their bucket list because the only way one can qualify to run it is by completing a recognized marathon under a certain time.