It's always a thrill to see the athletes who are not only doing the marathon, they're doing it from a wheelchair. I missed the shot of the woman who used a hand driven chair, and whose feet were encased in...yup...ruby red slippers!
The first batch of gazelles are the professional women. They pass in seconds. You see them coming...
then they're right there..
I always wonder about the couple of stragglers who follow the professional packs. They must know they're behind. Are they plotting feverishly to catch up or are they having a bad race? We onlookers cheer madly of course!
The first sign the professional men are coming is the truck with the timing sign. Notice it's under an hour. I'm standing at mile post 11. These guys are running 5 minute miles...and have been doing so for nearly an hour. And they're not even half way through the course. Holy MOLY!
NYPD motorcycles clear the onlookers from the street before the pros come by. They really don't mess around. If you're in the street, you're told "step back" in no uncertain terms!
This is the start of a sea of people that will fill the street for two HOURS! I made the mistake of leaving my bike on the OTHER side of the street so I not only had to cross once, to get it, I had to cross back again to ride home. Boy, I learned my lesson!
This musician brought out her keyboard and gave the runners some musical oomph to help them keep the pace!
And the one shot I missed, darn it all, was our very own FPLM deputy godsend McKenzie who ran, and finished!, the marathon. This may be what she'll look like today in the office:
For an amazing look at the start of the race, click here.