They gathered near the Knesset. High school girls in modest skirts, color-matched with running tights, yeshiva students sporting brand-name running shoes. Soldiers in uniform and start-up employees before the start of their workday. Individuals, friends, youngsters, and athletic adults, the experienced and those here for the first time, everyone wearing the same lime green dry-wear shirt. All waited for the announcement that would kick off the race.
The sky was blue and promising, the early morning air crisp and
refreshing. A perfect day for the Jerusalem Marathon. The main event, 42.2
kilometers long, would take the runners through downtown Jerusalem and north
all the way to Mt. Scopus. The race circuit snaked through the Old City’s Jaffa
Gate and along the narrow alleyways of the Armenian Quarter. Out Zion Gate,
around Mt. Zion, up a steep hill to the old train station, and through the
German Colony. South to the Arnona neighborhood, back towards the city center,
and down the home stretch to the finish line at Sacher Park.
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