Kurt and Edith did it again. Meb showed that an American can take New York after all these years, and Derartu Tulu proved she's one of the world's best. It all happened today on the streets of New York.
I waved to Mayor Bloomberg and his motorcade, watched the men fly by, and then listened to the roar of the crowds in Williamsburg, Brooklyn. Between mile 11 and 12, I talked to family members of marathoners, ran down the sidewalk to cheer for my sister, and got wrapped up in the thrill of the race.
It's impossible not to get caught up in the excitement. I let it overtake me and stood cheering for 30 minutes before I realized I should start reporting what I was seeing--the unrelenting energy of the crowd, the fortitude of each and every runner, and the appreciation that everyone feels on marathon day. I feel lucky to be in New York, I feel honored to be part of this incredible race, and I feel thankful to get to see the looks on runners' faces as they pass by, smiling as I yell their name.
They're still out there, so keep up the support. I'm off to Queens now!







