Our apartment is near the New York City Marathon route. Over the past 9 years, 5 at this location, we’ve been cheering the runners on. It’s fun to stand out there close to the action with the neighbors and other onlookers hootin’ and hollerin’ like silly. We like to pick out the runners in costume (and there are always runners in full costume) and since this year Marathon Sunday fell after Halloween Saturday, it rounded out a !SuperFantastic! NYC weekend.
But there’s something so wrong about standing on the sidelines watching these incredible men and women run an unthinkable number of miles all over NYC while shoving your face full of Halloween candy. Now, I’ve never been a real runner, or much of anything that involves physical activity if you really must know the truth, but when I first moved to this neighborhood many years ago, I did run for awhile. I even went to a sporting goods store and bought running shorts and a proper tank top. I even had sneakers that were quite suitable to run in. And so twice a week I would load up the Minidisc player, head over to Prospect Park and labor my way around the 3.4 mile loop. Until it killed my back and knees!! Too bad. I am not a gym person and I rather liked running even though I really really sucked at it. So for all you runners out there, I don’t know how you do it, but you rock (as I reach for another piece of Halloween candy. Seriously, guys, if I didn’t have a naturally high metabolism and a tendency to be thin, I’d be in big trouble. And yes yes, I know that it probably won’t last.)