I was passing walkers every which way. There was no walking on the right and passing on the left in play here. (Is this a rule or do I just think it should be because it makes sense?)
I was passing walkers two or three wide in the middle of the road. The first mile I ran pretty quick, faster than I should have. But what choice was I left with when I was ducking, dodging, diving and dipping to get around these people?
But the lights on the strip, and the atmosphere of the race in those first few miles were more than enough to make up for it.
It was nothing short of amazing. New York, New York looked awesome and was one of the first major hotels I remember running in awe past. I can’t imagine ever doing the run during the day; it wouldn’t even come close to being as awesome.