3:30 p.m. — We walk over to Fifth Avenue and manage to see my husband as he enters the park! He's in super great spirits and only has 2.5 miles to go! We walk down to the pedestrian crossover on 86th and get as close to the runner exit as possible, but it's packed. My friends wait further up and I snake my way down another 10 blocks or so. As I'm walking, I get a picture of my husband and his medal! Score! He finally makes his way out and wants a beer. I send my friends on the mission to find an open bar with no luck, so we head back uptown. They take the train, but I call a Lyft for the marathon man. $55.61