I was passing out fruit to the runners as we do every year in front of the speaker at mile 8. I met eyes with a runner who was down for me to throw a piece of banana over to him, and I was feeling confident. it was headed straight for him, until a female runner sped up and it hit her head before he could catch it. we both smiled and laughed and he carried on with the race. I wish I grabbed his bib number. if that’s not an nyc meet-cute, I don’t know what is. pls make this happen for us!
