After a very short time, the cheering comes closer again. And sure enough, I’m back with the race. That was quick. It’s strange that I can’t recall seeing the buildings behind the trees back there on the West Side, though. Slightly confused, I turn around and recognize a sign a little further up the road that I remember from the place where I stood five minutes before.
I’ve come full circle.
It’s probably safer to follow the path of the race all the way down to 59th street, and cut across there. More runners, and more spectators. “Coda” announces a sign at mile 26. It’s good to know there are other musicians in the crowd. Columbus Circle is already in sight, and with a slight feeling of regret, I realize it will be time to disappear into the subway in a moment.