My friends and I went to watch the marathon Sunday morning because our friend A.A. and her husband were running. I wasn't that excited about going to Williamsburg at 9:30 on a Sunday morning, but it wasn't bad because all of the hipsters were still in bed, sleeping off their Red Bull and vodka hangovers. So I got a container of red swedish fish and found a nice sunny spot on Bedford Avenue. The first runners to come by were the wheelchair folks. And I have to say, as they whizzed by with their arm muscles rippling, there wasn't a dry eye in the crowd. It was so amazing that these people, some with no legs, some with little useless looking ones, were able to achieve such an amazing feat. MY arms got tired from having to open and close my plastic swedish fish tub. THESE people were rolling 26 miles through New York. It was truly remarkable and inspiring. By the time the other people ran by, my hands were stinging from clapping and my voice was hoarse from yelling. So my friends and I went to Beacon's Closet to shop for used clothes and then called it a day.
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