On my 21st birthday when Mark asked me if I wanted to go to NYC and I said no thanks lets go to Windermere again (due to my fear of flying) most people thought I was crazy (Now I get why!)

I was convinced though by my 22nd birthday to get on a plane (it was fine after all!) and Mark brought me to New York to propose to me in a helicopter (yes I'd graduated to more unsafe methods of being in the sky in  a matter of days!) over the statue of Liberty, ironic, lol I said yes and fell in love with the City at the same time.  Over the next 8 days we walked miles in freezing cold February and saw lots of different places museums, restaurants and had an amazing time.  I've been back for 3 marathons since and will go back every year till I can't run anymore!  And then I'll go back for holidays! 

The City never gets boring and never fails to find new ways to surprise me.


Me on the back of the Staten Island Ferry 2007, February in a ridiculous hat I bought from Century 21 just because it was freeeeeeeezing!