I live about a half-block away from the NYC Marathon route on Bedford Avenue. Some years I’m kind of down with it and head up to the corner to watch the thousands of bobbing, splotchy faces skirl by on the way to exhaustion. Some years I find it all oppressive and irritating and regret not having organized a road hockey tournament on my traffic-dead block. This year I found myself in the latter mood, catalyzed by a particularly irritating alt-rock jam band near my corner, irritating the runners on. Luckily, L Mag photographer Michael Seto was there to take pictures of what I missed.