Marathon fever is subsiding once again in New York. The big race was Sunday, and about 40,000 people raced from Staten Island to Brooklyn, into Queens, then Manhattan, the Bronx, and back into Manhattan.
The race creates a traffic nightmare. But we New Yorkers can cope with anything, and we grin at all the goings on.
The days before the marathon are great: lots of skinny foreigners wandering the city, a chorus of languages spilling from the sidewalks.
Everyone knows someone, or knows of someone, who is running.
Yesterday was a perfect day for it: cool, no wind, no rain. It's enough to make you want to run yourself, so I went online and looked up some of my friends' times. Four hours, five hours, even six; that's a lot of pain and suffering.
So I had another piece of pizza and thought, "There's plenty of time to get ready for next year."
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By Harry Smith