For most of my life - really as long as I can remember - I have prided myself on my memory. It turns out, as is the case with many things I fear, it is not what it once was.
Three years in a row, from 2015 through 2017, I ran in the New York City Marathon. The final two times I did it, I participated on behalf of a Monmouth County-based cancer charity, Stomp the Monster.
Each of those three years, I had entered my name in the lottery for a spot in the field. My name was among the names picked in 2015. Just my luck, right? I have never gotten a sniff in the Mega Millions or in the Powerball lottery. The New York City Marathon lottery? A winner on my very first try.
2020 is the 50th Anniversary of the New York City Marathon. Although when I crossed the finish line in Central Park in 2017, I was content with the knowledge that had run nine marathons, in the almost three years since, the idea of tackling number ten has crept now and again into the forefront of my mind. Apparently it did so enough this year that when the lottery opened for the 2020 NYC Marathon, I entered it.
I say "apparently" because I have no recollection of having done so. At or about 3:00 pm on February 26, 2020, I received an e-mail from the NYC Marathon regarding my lottery entry.
The good news is that although I had forgotten that I had entered the NYC Marathon Lottery, I did remember to wear pants yesterday. Today too. Two in a row - at least!
It is nice to take time to savor the little victories. The trick is remembering what the hell they were as time goes by.
-AK
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