There’s nothing quite like the electric energy of the NYC Marathon—you have to experience it at least once, whether as a spectator or a runner. I know Fred has completed it 33 times, which is amazing.

This year, my niece—a track runner living in Chicago who has participated in several marathons—qualified and ran in the race. We went, signs in hand and tracking app open, eagerly following her progress through the streets of NYC. As she neared our spot, I scanned the endless stream of runners, desperately trying to spot her. I couldn’t find her, but thankfully, she found me! That moment was such a relief and so exciting.

Watching the marathon was invigorating, emotional, and incredibly inspiring. There were runners of all shapes and sizes, from all over the world, united in a common goal. Over 55,000 people pushing themselves to their limits, cheered on by spectators lining the streets. The atmosphere was electric—cheers erupted, signs waved, and the sound of cowbells mixed with the buzz of encouragement in dozens of languages.

Some runners sprinted past, their faces set with determination. Others wore costumes or funny hats, bringing a sense of humor to their incredible effort. I saw people running for personal goals, for loved ones, and for causes close to their hearts. It was a powerful reminder of the strength of the human spirit, and I felt so lucky to be part of the crowd cheering them on.

If you ever get the chance to attend the NYC Marathon, don’t hesitate. Whether you’re there to cheer for someone you love or simply to soak in the experience, it’s a celebration of perseverance, community, and joy. It’s one of those moments that will stay with you long after the final runner has crossed the finish line.