I woke up early this morning and headed uptown to watch the NYC Marathon.  It was surprising not crowded so I indulged in 2 croissants and a coffee at Petrossian, arguably the best place for croissants in the city.

I watched the pro men and women finish, who where nothing but a blur standing on the corner of 5th(ish) and Central Park South. I was standing next to an Italian couple and the wife would shout “Bravo! Bravo!”  It was quaint.  I’m going to incorporate “Bravo!” in my vocabulary.

I just finished What I Talk about When I Talk about Running and I was really hoping to see Haruki Murakami running but after the pro’s finished, it became a sea of runners passing by.

Waiting for the first runners: