I walked over to Fourth and Ovington this morning around 9:30 AM with my camera. It was the first time I had turned out to watch the runners go by.
The avenue was laid out in two lanes, one for elderly and disabled runners and the other for the rest of the entrants. I found a spot in front of the Lutheran Church, which was sponsoring a marathon event that featured a great steel band.
I took these photos early on, but the music soon took over, and I spent the next couple of hours dancing, waving and slapping five with passing runners on Fourth Avenue -- so many times that I went home with a bruised right palm.
I had imagined it was boring to watch the race, but not at all.
