It was the best of times (NYC...woooooo!!!!). It was the worst of times (slowest. marathon. ever!). But I'm so glad I did this race! Soaking up the sights and sounds of New York City was something I'll never forget...even if I did have marathon brain through most of it. Best sight: someone dressed in a T-Rex costume chasing runners around Williamsburg. Best new marathon sign: at around the 3/4 mark, someone held up a sign that just said "Atlanta 28, New England 3." You had to be a football fan to understand the message: you're going to make the biggest comeback in history! All in all, it was a fantastic way to end my marathon career. And the pain I endured--plus the super-slow time--pretty much ensured that it was my last marathon (stop laughing, I know I've said it before, but I'm strangely at peace with that now that I've run the biggest marathon in the world).