Like superheroines

I love this day, every year, when I get to watch these very tired, mostly very happy folks, especially the women, surrounded by family and friends or proudly alone, draped in mylar that cannot shield onlookers from the radioactive beams of their accomplishment, making their way through a city that cheers and congratulates them.



We were on our way home from seeing Gone Baby Gone when we passed this champion. Her pedicab was stuck in traffic by Lincoln Center, but somehow I don't think the slow pace bothered her.