I have followed Running Sunflower’s blog for some time, and was excited for her chance to run the Boston Marathon. And when I saw the news, I was really upset because not only was it horrifying and terrifying, but I *knew* someone who was there!!
With that in mind, her positive and thoughtful post, I felt, required some sharing.
The story of the 2013 Boston Marathon deserves to have more than just its tragic ending told.
I’ll get to that ending, but first, I want to give the race’s positive aspects – and there were many – their due.
My parents and I arrived in Boston on Saturday. Our hotel, the Hyatt Regency, stood within walking distance of everything we needed – beautiful! That evening, we ate at the Union Oyster House, the oldest continuously-operating restaurant in the nation. I gazed longingly at the shellfish being consumed all around me, but played it safe with broiled scrod. Still delicious.
On Sunday, we went to mass (not the “marathoner’s mass,” but a good one nonetheless, with the priest reminding us that we are capable of much more than we think) and then ventured to the pre-race expo. Whoa. I’d forgotten what really big expos are like. We wandered around…
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