Sunday

This morning the Nike Women's Marathon is running past our living room window. I had no idea this was such a big race. The waves just keep coming and coming. There are groups stationed on the corner, cheering them on as they make the turn; as they pass our house, they turn right and head down the Great Highway, I assume past the Cliff House and then along Ocean Beach. I took Daisy outside to watch a few minutes ago and she stood there and shouted, "Walk! Walk!" Inspiring words for the runners to hear. I tried to get her to say "Run," a word she also knows, but for some reason she wasn't into saying it very much. We stood for awhile with a father and three little girls who had signs for their mother; one said "My mom rocks." They never saw their wife and mother run by, though, and finally they left. It made me feel sad. I hope she's okay, whoever she might be. The loudest yelling and carrying on is coming from a contingency from Brooklyn, NY.