New York

I still want to try to find some time to write about the marathon. For me, it felt good to be there to help B. after the race. Last year, when he ran the Seattle Marathon, I was there to cheer him on and later brought over lots of lotion and heating pads and gave him as close to a professional massage as I could. I have very fond memories of spending the evening with him and just being with him while he recovered.

In NY, it was a bit harder, because it hurt him so much to walk. The next day, he had horrible blisters all over his feet and it looked incredibly painful. Because of his injury, he was not able to train very much before the race. Yet, he did great. I’m so very proud of him.

Until I have more time to write, here are a few pictures from marathon day and from our time in NY. I got to see where B. used to live (ironically, about a block from where my father used to live on the same street) and see many of the places that he hung out while living there.