Standing around screaming at the top of your lungs, cheering for people you don’t know seems like a hugely dorky thing to do, but one day a year, it’s the local past time. This year’s New York City Marathon, like last year’s, fell on a brisk autumn day: apparently perfect weather for runners. I think this picture nicely embodies a few things that I like about the marathon. First of all, the guy with the flag, wants everyone to call him “Big Al.” He’s holding the flag of England (that’s right, just England, not the UK). In the background, you’ll see a guy running in a suit. That’s one of the other things I love: like Halloween in the village, but with less stupidity, there are costumes. We seemed to see less this year, but I did see a woman running in pink stilettos (like these) for a breast cancer team, presumably wearing them for the last .2 stretch of the race, as we were standing right near the 26-mile marker. That couldn’t have been comfortable.
November 2006
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November 5, 2006
