Get ready:

Yeah.  I got that word from a thesaurus in synonyms for black and white.  Kinda just says it all:

Type #1:

Type #2:

No more marathoning.  Fashion!  The world cries out for fashion and fashion I will give them:

All day I was bouncing around in my head what to call this entry.  I couldn’t call this “the rest” or “the best of the rest.”  So I decided to reverse it.  Also I didn’t think people could take 60 photos at once.  30 they can.  60 they can’t.

The rest of the best:

Dreaming of marathon triumph and  Fourme d’ Ambert:

On second thought, perhaps this cheese is dreaming of a good stilton.  Or an edam.

Like I said before, the marathon brings out many different kinds of emotions in people.  Some people greet it with joy, some by wearing a strange costume and some simply don’t care.  An example of simply not caring:

Others greeted the marathon by multiplying the number of heads they have:

Others yet still choose a typically Boston response to things.  They had to dress up for it:

As you can tell by the athletic footwear, this man too ran the marathon.

I’ve said this once and I will say this again.  Boston is sartorially, not the most exciting place on the planet.  People around here dress fine to good to well, but not super fine or super risky.  Neither do I, so I don’t really mind.

But when there is a big event, a light bulb goes off in the head of the average Bostonian and they say to themselves “this is the moment to dress as a banana, Winnie the Pooh, or Gene Simmons” or as the people dressed as the following.  Never mind the fact that they again were running 26.2 painful miles:

And as a Red Cup.  But that sartorial delight got its own entry already.