The Long Journey Home
On Sunday I watched the New York City Marathon.
A couple of my friends were running it, so I went to the East Side to watch them running down 5th Avenue in the last 4-5 miles.
Afterwards, I had trouble getting home. I made the mistake of walking through Central Park. It took me over two hours to get back to the Upper West Side!
It seemed that the entire West Side was barricaded. So I took the long route home.
I walked through The Ramble, and saw some birds and nice autumn foliage. And I enjoyed the view of the New York City skyline from my vantage point: 
I enjoyed a lakeside view (if you look really closely across the water, you can see the runners finishing the Marathon in the exact spot I was trying to reach, but couldn't quite get to):
Then I came upon this makeshift bridge, which seemed to be the only way from the East Side to the West Side:
It took me an hour of standing in line in the pushing, irate crowd to get across! Here's a picture of the marathoners as they finished the race, from the top of the bridge. Pretty impressive. Oh, and the group of people to the right of the photo are all of the people who were behind me in line trying to get across that bridge!! Pretty insane.
So I finally got home way later than I'd planned. Whew!
I think I was more exhausted after that trek than the people who ran the marathon! I went home, took a hot bath, put bandages on my blisters and had a cup of tea.
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