They Run New York.

I might have been the first idiot at the NYC Marathon. Not because I'm a punctual guy but because I'm the only fool that thought it started at 7:30AM. The real action started a few hours later and I got to witness it. Originally my only intention was to see how fast the elite men and women were. They flew. It was absolutely incredible. But the thing that impressed me the most was how many people came out to cheer on ALL of the marathon runners/wheelchair racers/weirdos that wore costumes. There were all sorts of people partaking in the festivities, bands at every corner, and an overwhelming amount of screaming support. At times it was a lot to take in. but it was all very worth it. "I'm definitely doing this next year," was the statement of the day. Although I'm not signing up just yet, it was all very inspiring and fun. It was great to see people support each other even if it was just for a few hours. They are undoubtedly back to hating.

The one thing that I will never forget...the really flamboyant gay guy trying to cross the street when the marathon was in full motion. Sorry I couldn't pull out the camera fast enough. It was a sight to see.

I was standing right next to the "Mile 11" marker. They flew by at around the 53rd minute. I found myself wondering what I could accomplish in 53 minutes. You know what I thought of? Absolutely nothing.

These ladies were sculptures. Just skin over pure steel. Get it girls.

Some "regular" runners. I did a poor job capturing the band in the background that had all the runner's pumped. (And the 50 year-old cheerleaders that danced and yelled the entire time I stood across from them.)

This wasn't the band I liked the most. That award goes to 7 Billion Units. But these guys rocked their dicks off just as well.

A few days ago I said that watching the marathon was like watching evolution of modern humans in real time: The pure specimens at the front (comparable to gazelles and other fast-as-shit animals) and the fatso Americans in the back (Fast Food Nation). But I was wrong, we didn't even get the full spectrum of human body types. The big people in the back are probably closer to the "Superhuman" side of the spectrum because they were actually participating in a 26.2 mile race. While I was busy prematurely judging all of the participants I failed to realize that the people on the other side of the spectrum weren't anywhere near the marathon. They were "busy" sitting at home eating Doritos and watching football. Or they were "busy" talking about their high school football days. Or they were "busy" saying, "Why would anyone ever want to run that far and for that long?" They were "busy" being "busy." You know what? They were "busy"...and apparently so was I.