
Photo courtesy of the Baltimore Examiner.
I think this is the first year that I did not think about the marathon until it was over. I turned on the internets and checked the NYTimes, and the marathon photos were posted on the front page.
Before we were married, Mike and I always had breakfast together and watched the marathon, dreaming of living in New York City. I remember the November we were engaged, Mike was in Nashville and I was in Wichita. We talked on the phone before the race. After the race started, I got a call with a fuming Mike on the other end raging about bible belt television with no marathon coverage!
One year, we were in town for the marathon staying in a friend's apartment for the weekend. It was on the upper east side in the 90s. We watched the local coverage and when the race got close we went down to watch the elite runners pass by. We also saw Mayor Dinkins' car zipping by and slowing down when he got to Spanish Harlem.
Later, after we had made it to the city, I was lucky enough to volunteer. My sister, Janet, had joined the NYC Road Runners and got us a couple of spots at the finish line distributing water and gatorade. It was a long cold day, but we had a blast and a great warm up meal at a terrific upper west side restaurant where my intern bartended.
Thinking about the city today... I don't know that I would want to live there now. The rhythm of my life is much slower and quieter. I enjoyed living in Hoboken and working near Lincoln Center. Sometimes I miss the bustle of the city, the vibe that makes my heart race. But I really enjoy the quiet of sitting in the shade watching the hummingbirds and a sky so blue it hurts your eyes.
For a street view of the marathon route, click this slide show.