Sunday morning I ran farther than I have ever run in my life. It was my first marathon, 26.2 miles and I was running it with my brother Adam. All at once, We were caught up with 43,000 other runners on a journey from Staten Island through Brooklyn, Queens, Manhattan, and the Bronx, finishing in Central park.

We did not run this to beat other people, (We finished a couple of hours behind Meb) we ran this to finish together. We ran to create a story, a memory that would never be forgotten. We ran this to be a part of something, to challenge our bodies and minds to go to the edge of endurance and then some. We ran to encourage each other. We knew that what we were feeling, there was someone right beside us who was feeling the same thing.

I saw so many people cross the finish line alone, raising their hands in victory in personal accomplishments, and great accomplishments they were. But life isn’t about finishing or winning alone, it is about finishing together. Sharing experiences and getting someone else to the finish. That day it was two men, who grew up together, trained a few hundred miles over 18 weeks each, and then ran a race, together. Finished together.

Whatever you do, don’t do it alone. inspire someone, love someone, help someone. That is what this blog is about…

It was a once in a lifetime experience. Crossing the finish line with someone who has known me my whole life