Marathon Weekend 2017

 One can’t help but to think of the Boston Marathon bombing in 2013, when New York’s annual Marathon takes place this coming Sunday.  It’s like runner’s roulette…where three thousand or more are gathered.

Yet the crowds come, runners assemble, ignoring the possibilities that after, what occurred this past Tuesday, when 8 people were casually killed by a terrorist, anything could happen, anywhere, at anytime.  But that’s what terrorism is all about after all, to be frightened enough not to participate.  So we all say, screw’em, as we go to baseball games and outdoor graduations, rock concerts and strolls in the park, along peaceful, serene bike paths, with or without our bikes…

the ones left standing, determined to live our lives.

I won’t be going to the park this weekend, not out of fear, but for the race’s overall intrusion.  The barricades preventing you from your normal route, the many families supporttng the runners, congesting the pathways.

It’s like Disney without the rides.

We also have all the young men trying to get laid before the race, thinking it’s their due. “So’a, vont ta eat pasta weet me?” Thinking they can invite a guest, at the night before, pasta dinner, they throw for the runners every year, trying to woo you with cheap rigatoni.

“No thanks, but have a great, SAFE, race,” would be my stock phrase.  Even I’ve had past invites, as they dazzle, from the waist down, hoping to catch your eye.

You have to admire their pluck, plus enthusiasm over pasta and Poland Spring, the signature water of the race.

I always try to be the good American hostess without talking off my clothes…cheering, smiling, hoping, they all happily cross the finish line, safe and sound.          

SB

 

 

 

 

 

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About Susannah Bianchi

I'm just a girl who likes to write slightly on slant. I've had a career in fashion, dabbled in film and to be honest, I don't like talking about myself. Now my posts are another matter so I will let them speak for themselves. My eBooks, A New York Diary, Model Behavior: Friends For Life and Notes From A Working Cat can be found on Amazon.com. Thanks.
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18 Responses to Marathon Weekend 2017

  1. skinnyuz2b says:

    My college roommate’s daughter always runs in the marathon and she comes from Tucson to support and encourage her. The year of the bombing they were unable to make it.
    And now we can’t even go shopping safely. I wish I had some preventative answers.
    I agree, Susannah, we can’t let these sickos turn us into shut-ins.

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  2. You know it’s a different world when “living your life” is considered a form of bravery. It’s a sad state of affairs indeed. I’m also happy to hear that so many continue to do what they love. It’s that level of perseverance that makes the difference.
    Run on!

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  3. Fingers are crossed for everyone’s safety.

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  4. Weather is cooperating so far. Hopefully all will go off without a hitch.

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  5. That’s a great tribute to the marathon. I’m glad it’s still going on, despite recent events. That’s the best thing to do. I pray it goes well.

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  6. I’ve never run a marathon before—dozens of other races though—but I never considered the danger before what happened in Boston. Nevertheless, I will be hoping nothing bad occurs as events like this are supposed to encourage people to gather and participate in an activity that promotes health.

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  7. I especially like the “screw ’em” line. It is difficult for a terrorist organization to flourish when it is met with indifference and a basic “f…you last” attitude.
    Scott

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