I woke up early (well, relatively early) on Saturday with one goal in mind: get a picture of Dan and Junior. So I posted up around the 12th mile right about when the leader and the motorcycle entourage came through. For twenty minutes after that another elite runner would come through every few minutes. During that initial stretch I mostly paid attention to two cops monitoring a crosswalk and power tripping out of their minds. First, why two of them? It’s a crosswalk. I could understand volunteer crossing guards going wild with their whistles, but this was Seattle police. One halted a van with a clear path on a green light because a person was still finishing his walk across the street on the opposite end. He whistled, yelled at the van (which had closed windows), made the van reverse until it was behind the stop line (at this point the pedestrian had finished crossing and was at least thirty yards away), and then waved the van through.
Gradually the non-superhumans begin arriving and the groups of people coming through grow. Eventually it’s just a flood of people and I do basically 3-D Where’s Waldo, except they don’t have candy cane sweaters on. Actually, I didn’t know what Dan or Junior was wearing other than that they’d be wearing shorts (equivalent to asking “does he have a face” playing Guess Who). When I noticed some middle schoolers jogging through I started to wonder if I missed them somehow. But they finally they came around and neither of them saw me. I’ve had these uploaded on Flickr for a week, but I sort of forgot to post them here.
