One cool thing about New York are the fireflies. Up to this point in my life I always thought fireflies were a creature of fantasy and only existed in fairy tales. But when twilight arrives, these little balls of light appear magically before our eyes. Now, this may or may not have anything to do with the 3100 mile race, but I figure those who light a path for the runners are worth a mention.
Today was incredibly windy which I suppose was refreshing for the runners. At one point today the breeze was strong and warmish and instead of tumbleweed rolling across the sand as you might see in the desert, here there were plastic bags full of air rolling across the cement. That’s city life. You get kinda used to all the quirky stuff of a New York city though such as the jingle of the famous ice cream truck-strolling past at a pace slower than the runners twice daily. Funny, but I catch myself whistling along to the tune. It’s a subconscious thing now. I think I’ll have that tune in my head till I breathe my last!
So, the runners shuffle through these city happenings while experiencing  ups and downs, high’s and lows, in’s and outs, but no matter what, they’re out there doin it. Transcending themselves beyond all what I ever thought was possible…