Of course we don't go anywhere without enjoying the built scenery, in this case the gate of Oakland Cemetery at Mile 11. It's an entry that's an exit.
This is rarely a lively place. But on this morning we had sweaty irony.
The runners turned tombstone corner.
The loved ones arrived, stumbled and headed for the finish to the tune of "Cowbell."
I'm pretty sure the spectators - Syd, Nick, Elizabeth, Katherine - enjoyed it just as much as the runners.
