This block, bordering the Self-Transcendence 3100 racecourse to the south, is also hosting a race today: an annual Father's Day marathon that, like the 3100, is organized by the disciples of Sri Chinmoy. From my visit last year:
Unlike its famous branded November counterpart, this New York City marathon is a rather modest affair. The runners show up, quietly lap the block until they hit 26.2 miles, and then head home. There's no self-congratulatory fist-pumping at the finish line; the closest thing I saw was one girl who, after completing her last lap, stopped to pick up a bunch of plastic cups that had been knocked over and scattered on the ground nearby.