Today is the New York City Marathon! 39,000 people have trained brutally for months, and now is their day to shine! and sweat! and hurt! everywhere! But most importantly, it is their day to fight, and fight for something. It is the perfect day, clear and cool, and runners are decked out in spandex undies and sportsbras!
I was just at 86th street and 1st avenue, which is around 17 miles into the race, and the atmosphere was utterly incredible. People were cheering on the sidelines, some with supportive signs like "GO JENNY" and some with interactive, supportive signs like "FREE HUGS HERE!" There was a rock band playing on the street with amps bigger than myself.
The marathon is simply inspiring. To see people with missing limbs using crutches to get through the rigorous 27 mile course is remarkable. And you can bet it that they're fighting, whether it's to win a high-staking bet or to prove to the world that they can, they're fighting.
I've officially decided that I'm going to run the race before I die. (I'm sure bowling has kept me physically apt for it!) Or attempt to.
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