It was marathon Sunday morning and I was wandering on 2nd Avenue by the entrance/exit for the 59th Street Bridge. This is where the runners first enter Manhattan. I started to walk up the closed roadway of the bridge fully expecting to be kicked out.
The only other people up there (besides runners) were photographers from publications like Runners World.
I was up there for an hour and a half before anyone figured out I didn’t belong. Check it out:
