When I got to the fork in the road at 72nd St, I happened to glance to my left as I headed through the intersection, and I saw a group of five female runners heading in the same direction as me, but about twenty yards back.
I thought to myself, "Thank goodness I got to the intersection first, otherwise I'd be stuck behind them and have to run wide to get around them."
About a hundred yards later, near Tavern on the Green, I heard the "clip, clip, clip" of runners behind me. Then, "clop, clop, clop" as all five of them passed me.
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