On a recent Sunday morning 16,000 runners from all 50 states and 23 foreign countries took to the New Orleans streets. My running days are over, but I can’t resist going to cheer them on, and sympathize with their pain. It was a perfect, cool winter day, with the sun peeking over the oak trees as the runners filled both sides of St. Charles Avenue.
In New Orleans we can turn any event into a party! A jazz band from Tulane University started up at 7 AM. Cheerleaders from a local high school sang their encouragement, waving big records as part of their routine. Neighbors lined the route just as for a parade, though most were drinking coffee rather than the typical beer. We brought our coonhound to cheer them on, and she provided a welcome distraction to the monotony of 26 miles.
Here are some highlights.
Our neighborhood was early in the race (mile 4), but the real drama comes towards the end. A man from Louisiana beat out the heavily favored African runners. A friend’s son placed 3rd in his first marathon attempt. Congrats Trevor! Another friend also completed his first marathon, finding time to train despite having a toddler and a new born. Go Michael!
Just another Sunday in New Orleans.
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Hope the weather is beautiful where you are and you can get out and enjoy the outdoors.
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