Sunday was Marathon Day. My wife Amelia was running so we went full out with t-shirts, posters and banners. At 124th St and 1st Ave, my older son sat on my shoulders and we yelled out to every runner we could while we waited for her to pass. The runners were psyched to get cheers, but when they came from the squeaky voice of a four year-old, their smiles were double wide. It’s a special day in New York, but I’ll let our runner explain how it feels from inside the ropes:
I am proud to live in New York City every day, but today showed me why ten times over. The support and enthusiam from EVERYONE, in EVERY Borough was just mind blowing and made me so proud to be a New Yorker!!!!
A helluva town.
I remember going to central park one year a mile or so before the finish line. The energy there was incredible and something every New Yorker should experience at least once. Congrats to Amelia. That's so impressive!
[1] She was really great, we are so proud of her over here.
2) As well you should be. That's incredible.
I think I may go next year to watch. I watched on TV this year, as I have for the last few years since I myself, started running. I always get such a chill when the starting gun goes off and you just see this sea of humanity stretching out over the bridge. It's an incredible sight.