The morning dawned but still the sun hid behind the low lying clouds. A grey haze hung over the island.
The view toward the Cruise Ship Terminal across Harborside before the marathon.
On our first leg west along the seawall you could hear the crash of the waves and the rush of water - but you couldn't see it. As one runner said - it was like being in a Stephen King novel. But alas, the sun eventually burned off the fog and the temperatures began to climb. Back up the seawall to East Beach and Apffel Park. Then toward the Strand and the start of the second loop.
As opposed to the custerfluck that the Houston Marathon resembles for the first 9 miles, the Galveston Marathon was a relaxing run. A couple of hundred brave souls ran the full route as the marathon returned to the island after a 21 year hiatus. There were a few logistical problems - but for an inaugural race I thought the organizers did a fantastic job.
I'll be back.