The NY marathon is today, and the runners will, once again, pass right by my window. We plan to make breakfast and lean out and cheer them on. My friend Andrea is running, but with the thousands of entrants it is doubtful that I will be able to pick her out. I cant even imagine running 26 miles! After 4, my knees are are dying. My heart is fine, and breathing is fine, but my legs were just not made for land exertions.