|Photo: Lesley Prais|
However, no kindergarten means no alarm clock and no reason to move ourselves with any urgency. We eventually left the house at 9.45 and decided to go shopping. I even had my shopping trolley with me and it hadn't even occurred to me to bring the camera (I so need a smart phone).
Then we heard the music. So of course we followed the music, just to see if there was anything left to see. I now realize that the 9 to 9.30 prediction was for the professional athletes who come in from all over the world (and Guy Gordon). We missed them but our experience was even better.
First we saw Dafna and Didi Melchior running with their son Dvir. Then Eliot Sacks. Then Martin Sykes. I realized that we'd arrived at exactly the right time to see all my 30/40/50-something friends who were running either the whole, the half marathon, or the 10k. Sorry we didn't see you David Graniewitz, Yael Zisquit-Gabbai, Robin Zalben, and the Behrmans - next year.
|Photo: Nadia M Levene|
The music blared, there were clowns juggling, the neighbourhood was out cheering. DD put out her hand for [low] fives (kiff in Hebrew) with the runners as they went by. We chatted with friends, danced, clapped... I had to ask a friend to take a couple of photos for the blog and email them to me - thanks Lesley Prais. Then Nadia Levine said I could take photos from her wall. So thanks Nadia too.
Over an hour later we went shopping. I couldn't drag DD away - "just one more kiff mummy". I didn't know it was such fun to watch - I mean it's just running after all. Next year we'll take sandwiches and a thermos :).