I arrived back into Beijing late on Saturday night, and less than 12 hours later I found myself standing along the newly built Canal Road (not it’s real name, but who cares?) near my house watching thousands of Beijing Marathon runners go by. A colleague who lives in the same neighborhood had tipped me off so we decided to go out and yell “jiayou” to 10 other colleagues who were running. It was a glorious morning for a marathon: sunshine and mid-60’s.
This old man wasn’t content to run. He had to keep the hoop going as well!!!
An interesting cultural phenomenon here is running with flags.