Spectator Turned Marathoner
I decided to run the marathon to follow in the footsteps of my dad, Harold Randolph, who ran it 10 times back in the 80s and 90s. Our house was in Brooklyn on Fourth Avenue and 58th Street, just a few blocks from the course, and I have great memories of waiting on that corner to see Dad.Starting from when I was 6, my mom, my sister, and I would set up chairs and watch the race, mesmerized by all the runners. Weâd spot Dad, shout, and wave, and heâd come over to give us high-fives and hugs. I knew I would run it some day.My parents moved to Middletown, NJ, a few years ago, and my family, including my wife and two kids, followed. As much as I like New Jersey, I still cherish my Brooklyn roots.When I called my dad to tell him I was running the marathon, he had a tip for me: âThe crowd will pick you up and carry you through the rough patches,â he said. After spectating all those years, I know what he means.My parents, my wife, and my kids (ages 5 and 8) will go back to Brooklyn on November 2âright to the corner of Fourth Avenue and 58th Streetâto watch me. Iâve been visualizing that cornerâme getting high-fives and a hug from Dadâduring my training runs. I canât believe I am finally going to run the TCS New York City Marathon, and this time, my dad will be the spectator!