The runners for the second edition of the Syracuse Half Marathon this morning were greeted by 13.1 miles of city streets that had been kissed with a a spring layer of snow during the wee hours.
The temperature was 17 degrees.
And yet they came fast, strong and bundled pretty good against those elements, streaming down the Eastwood neighborhood of my dear wife Karen and I.
The race started at 8 a.m. at the downtown Ocenter. By 8:25 a.m., the lead runners had galloped down the hill in front of our house, at about the five-mile mark. The first woman was only a minute or so behind.
The last runner came down the hill 45 minutes behind the leader.
Neighbors were still at the curb to cheer her as she waved and ran.
In between came 1,600 runners of various sizes, shapes and speed. The mood was surprisingly warm.
I was out snapping hundreds of pictures with my iPad Air.