Yes, that is a banana. There were a Viking, a (bearded) grandma, and various other intrepid costumes and wigs. And the frontrunners at mile 15.5, and an early wheelchair runner. Some were too fast for my camera skills...
I had a long day of biking over to St. Paul, and up Summit Avenue's incline to watch a co-worker (who's working without pay or her usual backup helpers who do a LOT behind the scenes to meet our eve-increasing production goals) run in the ten mile, then back to Minneapolis to mile 16.
I saw the wheelies and elites flash by, watched the frontunners, saw a friend cruising to a very good PR in the 3:30 range, then people-watched until the friend we were sherpaing for came by in the 4:30ish crowd. Friend M drove a woman with what sounded like a foot stress fracture to meet her husband, so she could get to Urgent Care. Sounds like she'd been running on a tiny fracture for some time. Ouch.
We then biked back to Summit to see her around mile 23 and passed out Gu (brought by M) to many people while waiting. One woman cried a little because she could not get the last pack open with her gloves on, so we opened it for her. Hope it helped... People were pretty thankful, which made me wish I'd thought of buying a box to pass out in years past.
Then we took our marathoner to happy hour to refuel with a burger topped with three cheeses, french fries, and fried battered green beans at the Blue Door. Miraculously, her heart did not stop, and she is planning the next race... Next up, my first half marathon, and then the barefoot runner will have to survive TAPERING for a marathon. The race is not the hard part, at least for everybody else...
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