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Amy Freeze
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Raised to Run: Chris Meadows

Last year, my marathon training partner was Curt Nuncio. You can read what I wrote about him last year before our race. READ about CURT HERE
There are those that will be missed on the course during this year's race for many reasons.  Curt is one of them. Curt passed away suddenly in March.  These are some thoughts from his sister. 
Curt Nuncio and Chris Meadows
"This is all so bittersweet - for two reasons.  One, I have so many fond memories running with Curt from the time we were kids and also being his cheerleader for so many marathons.  I just finished his 2011 taxes and (believe it or not) went through every one of those teeny, tiny taxi and other receipts that made it home with us from NY.  It was like walking through his entire life last year...where he went, who he saw, where and what he ate...he was certainly a generous tipper - the waiters in NYC surely miss him too!  The second reason is that it appears that my own running career may have ended.  I say "may" because according to my orthopedic surgeon it has definitely ended.  But as one who is naturally reluctant to accept such an absolute and unthinkable prognosis, I say "may".  As it stands now, my right knee seems to have borne the brunt of a lifetime of running, basketball, softball, skiing, golf, hiking, etc.  And walking 2,000+ miles in training for and participating in four Breast Cancer 60-mile walks over the past 8 years probably added some significant wear and tear.  Plus, now I'm thinking that the rough landing of that free-fall jump off the top of the Stratosphere in Vegas last February may have been a mistake.  I blame my youthful exuberance!  My surgery on August 24th was to repair a torn medial meniscus and to "clean up" any loose cartilage.  As it turns out, there was a lot to clean up and I have two large areas that no longer have any cartilage.  So, now I'm supposed to get excited about my future as a cyclist and/or swimmer....but I digress... Because with all the medical advancements being made every day, along with my own personal commitment, I believe that I will run again.
  • I run because there is no other feeling like the feel of a good run.  The peace and freedom of you, God and Mother Earth is unrivaled in any sport.  I also run because it's one of the connections I have always had with my brother Curt.
  • I started running as a kid in elementary school.  I was "all legs" from an early age and was much taller than my siblings and my classmates.  I learned early on that once I got my legs going in the right direction, I could outrun most kids!  After I grew into my legs, it became evident that I was a much better distance runner than sprinter.  I had always run track and in high school, I began running cross-country because the team needed another runner and it was a great way for me to get in top condition for basketball season.  I was never the fastest on the team but I always felt that I could run forever!
  • My current running habits are, sadly, restricted to the swimming pool.  Six weeks post-knee surgery, with an AquaJogger clipped around my waist, I'm wicked fast in the pool!
  • I have two favorite race experiences.  One was my very first marathon - the Dallas White Rock Marathon in 2002.  I trained with a fabulous group of people in a program sponsored by a local running store.  My brother Curt (who lived in Denver at the time and was the real runner in the family) approved my training schedule and we talked every week so that he could give me coaching tips and monitor my progress.  My last big race before White Rock was a half-marathon and Curt flew to Dallas to run it with me.  Then one month later, he flew back to Dallas so that he could run the hardest parts of the marathon course with me and cheer me on at other points on the course.  When I finally crossed the finish line, he gave me the biggest hug of my life and it is a moment I will treasure forever.  The second of my favorites was the 1997 Paris Marathon.  Curt was running with a group from Colorado and I went along as his cheerleader.  The day before the marathon he was resting and I had a mission.  Armed with maps of the marathon route and the Paris train system and knowing Curt's estimated pace, I set out to figure out how many times I could see him during the race.  That whole day was a great adventure.  The best part is that my plan worked beautifully.  I was there to see him start and finish the marathon AND got to see him seven times over the 26 miles.  He had no idea what I had done the day before and the look on his face every time he saw me was priceless!
  • As for challenges in my running life, none have been more significant than the sudden death of my younger brother, Curt, on March 3, 2112.  He kept himself in great shape and loved everything about running.  He had completed his 7th marathon just four months before his death.  As adults, he was always much better conditioned than I was.  I used to joke with him that he was built for running and I was built for leisure.  He both inspired and encouraged my running.  We had planned to run three marathons together - Dallas, Chicago, and New York.  We have only accomplished one-third of our goal.  On August 31, 2112, my doctor told me that my running career is over; that my knees can no longer take the pounding,  Even if I need a new knee to do it, I will find a way for us to achieve our goal.  Curt's last pair of running shoes sit on a shelf near my desk.  We've worn the same size shoe for years and God willing, those shoes and I will one day cross the finish line in Chicago and New York."
    Thank you Chris. RIP Curt Nuncio.  your partner, Amy



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