A photo from Halloween night - several musicians play jazz in the subway station, one dressed as an angel.
It seems like everything is happening this weekend - Halloween, daylight savings and the New York City Marathon.
I rode by Central Park on Friday in a cab, where they were setting up for the Marathon. Huge trucks were parked outside, laying down electrical lines. Port-o-potties were being unloaded by the dozen. Usually the grandstands lining Central Park West are set up a day ahead to be ready for the crowds at the finish line.
A couple years ago, Mark and I saw the marathon speed by in Fort Greene, Brooklyn. Last year, we were trapped in Greenpoint, with the streets and Pulaski Bridge barricaded off to traffic.
Another year, I was returning from Boston on the bus. It took forever to get downtown to the Port Authority Bus Terminal. I remember looking out the window at exhausted runners walking around, wrapped up in shiny blankets.
To run a marathon is a badge of endurance. I know a few people who have done it in New York, including my uncle, who only trained a few months beforehand. Runners enter a lottery system to be allowed to run, since there are so many applicants. Over 100,000 people applied this year and over 39,000 are running.
The NYC marathon winds through Staten Island to Brooklyn, Queens and the Bronx before finishing in Central Park. All five boroughs of New York City are thus represented.
Related posts: Live Music at Union Square, Music To The Ears and All That Jazz.