London Marathon

After the shocking aftermath of the Boston Marathon, I was on edge about visiting London this afternoon to cheer on James, a good friend of Steven's.  Still, the energy that surrounds such a joyful event certainly did outweigh the feeling of dread, and soon enough, it was all rah-rah-rah and, "Come on [insert any name here: most of them wore their first name on their shirts so this could be done...great idea.]!  You can do it!"

We did our VERY best to catch a glimpse of James as he rounded the corner at the last mile, but to no avail.  I should have taken a picture of the ridiculously awesome place we stood: perched on an upper railing of one of those picturesque century homes along Birdcage Walk.  It was epic.  

Despite not seeing James, it was certainly an event to behold.  Because it was so warm outside, we nabbed some picnic fare, plopped ourselves on some awesome green and white striped lounge chairs, and soaked up some much-needed sun in St. James' Park.  How very fitting.  Here's what it all looked like from some of the places we visited today...

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Yeah, there was a little bit of marking.  That's okay around these parts.

 

Maybe you can't appreciate the enormity of this race.  Or perhaps we didn't capture the spirit of the runners.  It was magical.  People were racing in wedding gowns, Ninja Turtle costumes, foam strawberries.  Most of them crossed our path looking like they'd just run around the corner: calm, cool, and certainly ready for more.  

See their names on the front of their shirts?  Isn't that brilliant?

Since it was just around the corner, we popped over to Westminster Abbey.  Why not?

...and when it got a bit too chilly, we mosied on home.  

I hope you had a splendid weekend.