NYC Marathon Re-Cap

Have you ever stood and watched people run by long enough to wonder if maybe they are actually on a moving walkway . . . or maybe you’re the one moving, not them? It’s kind of an odd feeling. Even though you’re not moving, you almost feel like you’re going to fall over just because there are so many legs moving around you, but yours are still. At least you think they are still. It’s hard to tell after a while.

Some great moments of Sunday’s race, at least from where we stood at the 15K mark:

  • Getting there just in the nick of time to cheer Spencer on . . . seriously, we would have missed him if we had been on the next train. He looked like he was having a great time, although he did have more than 16 miles to go.
  • Watching Manchild hold his hand out to give high 5s.
  • Watching runners go out of their way to give Manchild high a high 5.
  • Seeing Jimmy and his support team pass by. It looks like Jimmy has Downs syndrome and he was running with Achilles International. They help people with disabilities train for events like this and provide them with support teams or guides. We saw a few blind people running with guides as well, but it was Jimmy and his team that had me choking back tears.
  • Yelling people’s names and seeing them look up, wondering who they know on this stretch of the course . . . and then remembering that their names are written on their shirts. Haha.
  • The White Kenyan, the Funky Chicken, and other costumed runners. Actually, I was surprised we didn’t see more people in costumes, and doubly surprised I didn’t see anyone wearing FiveFingers.

Also, Johnny Mantra, the band on the corner by us, was great. I appreciated them for sure.

Micah got to see the elite women runners going down 4th Avenue in Park Slope. He ran over there between church meetings. He said it was cool, but would have been cooler if Paula Radcliffe and Kara Goucher were running it because they are the only two women runners he would have recognized.

And then there’s this: My sister watched the race up in Harlem, on 5th Ave. and 100th, between miles 23 and 24. And she held this sign, which, apparently made the day of a couple of hundred weary runners. I echo her sentiments exactly.

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1 Comment

  1. Just looking at those Jimmy pictures made me tear up.

    I ran a turkey trot once that had coldstone ice cream at the end. It was no marathon but “do for the ice cream” was my mantra on those 3 hot steamy Houston-in-November miles.


    lizzie Reply:

    Coldstone at the end? Awesome. I need to find more races like that.


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