Cheering on marathoners logging their final miles in Central Park is always an incredible experience. It is simply amazing to see thousands of people from diverse backgrounds sharing one common trait: they all look like shit.
They look dazed, pained, emaciated. Some even look French. And this is worth getting up at 6 a.m. for six months and running 60 miles a week? As Mike Lupica once said, running a marathon is a great test of the human body and spirit, but so is a hot dog-eating contest.
But I kid, mostly. I never miss a chance to see at least part of the race. I appreciate the runners' commitment and the way NYC comes together to cheer on strangers, from near and far. I do have some photos from Sunday, but I'd be lying if I said they were exciting. Don't miss, however, this large photo I took of P. Diddy around the 22-mile mark.
good pic of puffy... i always watch the marathon and the ironman triathalon from my couch, usually while eating something... this morning i watched it in a hangover stupor... there's always that little voice in my head that says "if you got off your arse, you could run one of those things" and then i go back to eating or sleeping...
Posted by erin at November 2, 2003 11:39 PM