After a few years of Hendler trying to get me to enter the NYC Marathon with him, I finally gave in this year. Besides, it was a good excuse for Jean and I to head back to Philly for some good food and laughs with friends and family. What better way to see the five boroughs of NYC then to run 26.2miles through them with 37,500 other people?! We ate some cheese steaks and hoagies in Hatboro and plenty of pizza in NYC along with some of the greatest food ever in Little Italy! The best was hearing my folks and Jean yelling at the tops of their lungs around mile 25, the worst was smelling horse shit the last mile through Central Park!