Emma watching the 1986 NYC Marathon
One thing I really miss about living in NYC is Marathon Day. When Emma was a baby and we lived in Brooklyn, we could walk one block to 4th Avenue and see the runners stream by. We'd read their t-shirts and yell and scream in support for every runner we could. It was so much fun, and the runners were so appreciative and still smiling at that point (about 5 miles into the race, I think).
A few years ago, I decided to train to WALK the marathon. I would walk 12 miles every Sunday and 3 or 4 miles a few times during the week. I applied for a number but I was not picked in the lottery. Maybe one of these years I'll try again. It will seriously cut into my blogging time, though. ;)