My tenth and final Boston is now just a memory, and a good one at that. I made up my mind while still in my corral, that it would be slow. After two miles, I told myself to enjoy it. I had to remind myself to smile, and the crowd reminded me at times also. The spectators were wonderful! I overheard one woman telling her kids how appreciative the runners were and it's true. I would not have finished standing if not for the extra water, hoses, oranges, and vitamin I. I regret not being able to make it to Joe & Julia's wedding, and not seeing any dead's before, during, or after the race. This was a first.
It's my last Boston but not my last marathon. MJ and I are in the lottery for NYC. She wants to celebrate 10 years cancer free by running the New York City Marathon...what a woman, huh?
Congratulations to all our Dead Runners both running and volunteering at Boston! You are all part of a grand tradition.
Donna Cormier