Tuesday, November 06, 2007

2007 New York City Marathon

Ack, busy. Wrapping up loose ends here at work, because... I got a new job! As of Nov. 20, I'll be a real live editor/writer for these guy--er, girls. Quite exciting for me, considering the main reason I moved east in the first place was to take on full-time work as an editor (and/or writer). One cool thing (among many) is that the hours are flex-y. I can work 9 to 5 or 8 to 4... I think I'll try out the earlier range to start, as I love the idea of 'home by 5'... Of course, this'll mean a pretty distasteful rise-time if I wanna get my runs in beforehand, but we'll see. Also cool is the location: an express train stop closer to home and real close to Bryant Park and that fabulous liberry. Whoop!

Back to running: As ya'll know, last w/e meant Marathon Sunday, and the trials the day before. I watched the marathon from right outside/inside this great Park Slope bar, which is a few short blocks from the cave and about 7 1/2 miles into the race. Croissants, coffee, bigscreen TV, good company... An ideal setup.














Amazing.
























This runner clearly coulda used one of Petey's famous high-fives. But alas, my cushy son was nowhere in sight. (Sorry Petez. I promise to take it up w/ that other parent of yours, ensuring the same gruesome fate--locked in the apartment!--doesn't befall you next year...)













The littery aftermath. What slobs. ;)













Outside Sheep Station.

















Inside Sheep Station: prime end-of-race viewing. The women were especially thrilling to watch, w/ Radcliffe (GBR) and Wami (ETH) running as if attached by a string (so consistently close) up until the very end, when Wami surged ahead (or alongside) of Radcliffe only to inspire a counter surge that put Radcliffe back in the lead for good.

Such a sweet scene at the finish line, w/ an elated Radcliffe hugging her baby (born in January!) and husband...














Bar's owner, a runner himself, wielding weaponry.













Watching warm.













Day before: Olympic Trials in Central Park.

















That sign repeatedly came at me. Frightening.













Five miles to go, a frontrunner.

Posted by princess kanomanom @ 7:52 AM