Thursday, April 18, 2013

Marathon Monday 2013


Monday morning was lovely. It was crisp but not too cool. My son and I parked at the home of friends in nearby Hopkinton, MA, and walked to the center of town.

Food stands and port-a-potties had sprouted up around the green. My son said the air smelled like “state fair,” a heady mix of fried food and generator exhaust.



On the green, there were runners in yellow and blue. Along the street, there were grown-ups clutching Dunkin’ Donut cups, kids sitting on the curb, and National Guardsmen, ready yet relaxed. Overhead, airplanes dragging advertising banners buzzed.


When the elite runners finally took off, they gone in a blur. Others followed, and some who ran close to the crowd gave high-fives to onlookers along the way.

The Boston Marathon is like a 26.2 mile thread that links the Western suburbs with the city. 

We’ve all seen how Monday’s race ended. But here’s how the day and the race began: with sunshine, fried food, high-fives, and smiles.




4 comments:

  1. Thanks for sharing this, Gwenyth. It's valuable to reflect on the whole of the event.

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  2. Thanks for this, Gwenyth. How quickly the world can change.

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  3. Was this your first Boston Marathon experience, Gwenyth? That is bittersweet.

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  4. Yes, Loretta. It was our first Boston Marathon, but it definitely won't be the last.

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