We meet in the streets.

Another NYC Marathon under my belt. Sigh. It was the perfect day and an awesome experience. And as I have more time to process, I'll elaborate on details. Suffice to say I've been tired, sore, and thrilled that it's over. As well as pleased, fulfilled, and on another emotional high. I'm basking in the feeling of accomplishment and, for once, feeling perfectly entitled to a few days of laziness.

While there's so much to report about 26.2 miles spent running around New York City, one particularly lingering impression is the following:

I spent a good part of the first six or seven miles of the race following behind a guy whose shirt read, "Only Jesus can save you. Run to him." And while I can't say I was particularly inspired by his message, next to him were two runners dressed in elaborate rhinoceros costumes, directing spectators to savetherhino.org. Coincidence? I'm not so sure. I mean, wouldn't it be something if those two rhinos found salvation along the course of the NYC Marathon? Fate works in mysterious ways, my friend. Think about it. I haven't.