Chopping up this into two posts to keep from grinding your poor browser to a screeching halt with all my high-end photo goodness.
These are the pictures from the actual marathon (and its aftermath.) Without further ado...
On marathon morning, we were up early enough to see the lead men. One of these guys won the race and probably a lot of money, too.
And then there's the guy dressed in full mariachi gear. For the record, he appeared to have smoked my DH...
Oh, how embarassing, we all wore our yellow shirts (duoh!) This is John at mile 11.5, looking great. I have never failed to find him in a marathon, though it's been close sometimes (or missed at one mile marker but found him elsewhere during the race.) Technology is making this easier, I had real-time chip tracking on my runners so I could tell when they were getting close to where we were spectating from.)
And our beautiful daughter at mile 11.5, looking startlingly gorgeous.
To use an expression from Ree, the Pioneer Woman (one of my favorite blogs), I die.
At what point in the race do you think this guy was rethinking his ensemble? "Maybe next time I'll only wear one hat, and ditch the flag..."
Uncle Mike approacheth, Mile 11.5, he's in the left center of the frame, dark orange top, bib ends in 33.
The Becker Boys cheering section!
Who wouldn't feel inspired with this little one cheering you on?
In New York City, even Spongebob has handlers and an entourage.
Felt hat. Really? I would have thought it would have blown away...
JB passing us just before 26, still looking great. Totally oblivious even though we were *right there* and I was shouting his full name, much to the amusement of the Irish couple who graciously ceded space to us so we could see him. Ah, well, I have photographic evidence, we were *totally* there.
Afterwards, because we hadn't been on our feet enough, we went to the Natural History Museum and saw Rexie, from Night at the Museum.
Too tired for anything else, we used clean bathrooms, ate some extremely overpriced museum food, and I spoiled the kids rotten with random crap from the gift shop. A totally fulfilling museum trip.
Highlight of the trip: We stayed in Chelsea, which is known for flower shops. This kitty, named Charlie, loved to come up to the door in the evenings when we'd pass and meow at us.
John's second favorite beer of the year (or is it third by now? Of course the first is the first one after the marathon.)
There were a plethora of digital devices on the table as Mike and I played dueling iPhones to figure out which restaurant to go to for dinner. We had already eaten once at the place in this photograph, so while it was fine, we decided to go elsewhere to get a change of scenery. In case anyone was counting, that's two iPhone 4s (plus one, not pictured), one iTouch (not the latest gen), one first gen iPhone that doesn't have a contract or cell service anymore, but the kids like to play games on, and my Nook propped on the table in the upper left corner.
We ended up at a place called Rare, in a hipster hotel a block and a half away. It was awesome. Or we were really hungry. Kind of the same, no?
Our family outside the restaurant, Rare, in New York City, November 2010
JB's temporary tat. If ever I say aloud "I wonder where the kids get their freckles" I hope someone will show me this picture and say "Duh" really loud.
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