A rather overcast morning with the West Side Highway closed off for the half-marathon.
We dog-park people stood and looked over the fence as all the impressive keen types ran and ran. Someone remarked that the first runner in Ancient Greece keeled over and died when he arrived in Marathon. So we just continued to look and admire and not risk anything.
After that off to the bagel shop to refuel.
It's always absurdly busy on a weekend morning. I should have known. I did know.
So nothing for it but to amuse myself with the phone camera
and ponder the almost infinite possibilities.