Since I first watched the Boston Marathon from the top of Heartbreak Hill as a Boston College freshman and said, “I want to do that,” I’ve been running. Some years I’ve trained for and completed marathons, some years I’ve just puttered through with shitty mileage, but I haven’t stopped.
Having ran the race twice myself, ran my friends into the finish, had barefoot contingents lead me half-delirious to the right on Hereford, left on Boylston, and also having experienced the race as a spectator myself for many years, Marathon Monday has always been a truly special day. Which makes yesterday’s horrific attack all the more stingingly acute.
Between countless hours of watching the news, looking at way too many photos, and making sure their loved ones are accounted for and okay, everyone’s been processing the aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombings differently.
For me, so far, it’s been with music.
As with most people, I am at a loss for words to describe what I am feeling.
I do know that yesterday morning was a beautiful day, spent with my friends and this image is how I choose to remember the 2013 Marathon.
In the afternoon, I was able to feel calm, due to the incredible amount of texts and phone calls I received from close friends, family members, and friends I have not spoken to in over 5 years.
Thank you all for checking in to see if my sister and I were ok.
Marathon Weekend. Can you taste it? The forecast is looking good (thankfully, for the runners), and our authors are gearing up for the long weekend. From BBQs to midnight bike rides to cheering along Beacon St: get ready for the best weekend of the year.
Too soon after St. Patty’s weekend? Nah. Technically it’s spring now. And although its 20 degrees out and you may still be hungover from Sunday, it’s time to buck up and start training. No, not for the Boston Marathon in April – although Marathon Monday is kind of your next opportunity for citywide “merriment” – but for spring and summer festivities in Boston.
The world of outdoor dining will be back. Patios will open. Picnics will be had. We will be able to extricate ourselves from those windowless dive bars we spend our winters in.
Speaking of dive bars, which of the Shite Sixteen did you have green beer at this past weekend? We know you celebrated the luck o’ the Irish. Now post yer photos to the We Love Beantown Flickr page!