The highlight of the race came at about mile 12.5, when the small fleet of school buses that was picking up runners and bringing them to the finish line caught up to me. I have been in those buses, back in the 90s when I was trying to break 4 hours in the marathon. I needed a ride to the finish line in the New Jersey marathon, the Long Island marathon, the New York City Marathon, I was able to walk off the course on a 1 mile loop on a marathon put on and Randall's Island. I even drove the bus (it was actually a Honda Civic) a couple of times for the Yonkers marathon.
But Sunday that bus drove by with its door open and the driver made eye contact with me. We didn't say a word to each other, but he knew from the way I look back then I didn't need to get in that bus. The driver didn't hear me, because my mouth didn't make any sounds. In my mind at 100 dB I heard the cheers of my friends, "Fuck You GBS"
BTW, my friend Larry snapped a picture of the bus driver.
|Thanks Reverend Grim|