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Sunday, November 6, 2005
The New York City Marathon
Today is the NYC marathon and it's weird not having someone to go cheer on. Two of my friends who were supposed to run both suffered injuries only weeks before hand :( Me, I'm a wimp and wouldn't attempt to try doing it in the first place. In high school I did the required mile in 12 mins--if I was having a good day. I went to the gym instead today, and while on the elliptical machine bopping to Blondie I watched the runners cross the finish line.

When I was younger my mom was dating a man who was running in the Marathon, but what he was looking forward to most wasn't the metal but a photo of himself crossing the finish line for his office desk. So my mom was there at the end, cheering, jumping up and down, snapping photos and grabbing his discarded clothing. A few days later when he got the film back, the pictures revealed the top of his head crossing the finishing line. Ouch! lol

Posted by Tara at 12:40 PM PST
Updated: Friday, November 11, 2005 1:33 PM PST

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Monday, November 7, 2005 - 12:01 PM PST

Name: Trista
Home Page: http://theantisocialbutterfly.blogspot.com/

I just happened to be on the upper west side near central park yesterday, and it was a mad house there. I'm always amazed to hear how many people actually run the marathon. I'm way to lazy. I don't think I would even make it through the first borough. I'd run a couple miles and then hail a cab.

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Monday, November 7, 2005 - 12:32 PM PST

Name: Audrey Begin

Let's clarify, my dear daughter...

Yes, he wanted that photo shot - 40 years old - crossing the finish line 3.5 hours - blalalala
I wasn't cheering and jumping - I was cold, wet and waiting for 3.5 hours with his dry clothes so he can change and be comfortable (very nice on my part - i was a single parent at the time living in CT) As he approached the finish line, i came close as I can to him with my camera over my face and took the picture as I was handing him his belongings. i took a good shot of the belongings, but a picture of him, not.
The good thing was that it really brought out his true conceited colors. When he developed the film (this was 12 years ago when you actually got film developed) he was loud and crude and had the nerve to call me a "Failure".
The moral of this story is that maybe if he was a nice guy, he other friends, besides myself, there to take his lousy picture.

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Monday, November 7, 2005 - 12:41 PM PST

Name: Tara

lol, good point mom, it definitely showed his true colors and you know I wasn't questioning if you were a good girlfriend or not, I just find the story as funny as you do. And you're right, If I was doing a marathon I'd definitely have a bunch of my friends there with cameras and support.

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Monday, November 7, 2005 - 12:41 PM PST

Name: Tara

We could have shared a cab then Trista ;)

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