The Marathon happens to go right by our house. Okay, not literally look out the window and see the runners, more like step out onto the stoop, look down the block, and THERE are the runners; but close enough that we stroll on down and cheer them on every year. Actually, I can't remember if we did this last year, and if Clio joined us (where else would she have been). So this was either her first or SECOND experience of the marathon. How's that for super momentous?
Clio had just come from swim class (more on that later) and has a nasty cold, so she was good for about 2 minutes. Back at home, she promptly fell asleep- without lunch!
It's hard to capture the density of the pack from this close up- if you look really closely, you can kind of see the huge crowd of runners swarming away down 4th avenue.
The Hess station on the corner was a popular pit stop.
Needless to say, the bushes smelled delightful in the morning!
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