The finish line at the New York City marathon is a strange place to be: There is a general air of triumph, of course, but physical despair and agony nearly overshadows it. Yesterday in Central Park, there was stumbling. There was vomiting. There were tears, and they were not always tears of joy. And there were lots of cringe-inducing leg cramps.
There was also a new course record. Congratulations to all of the runners who ran 26 miles and change yesterday. You all deserve to vomit.