The last mile before the marathon goes to Denise, who has done more to support Paddy Runs for Haiti than even she will ever know. The list of things to thank her for is gigantic, from putting up with my running schedule to buying me band-aids and burritos to enlisting support from her friends and family to listening to me complain about my aching body to leaving inspiring notes around the apartment. My thanks fall short but Love inspires.
I ran back along the south bank of the Charles. Rowing teams were practicing out on the water.
There’s such a great atmosphere in Boston this weekend. The city crackles with energy from the marathon. It’s not like other sporting events where athletes are sequestered in swanky hotels or training camps. Here, they’re everywhere. I passed one of the elite women and her coach training on the esplanade. A group of African runners practiced intervals nearby. Yeah, the “regular” runners wandering around the city look a little dorky in their bright blue jackets and yellow hats, but they’re all so excited to be a part of the Marathon. The locals know why we’re here and end every conversation with, “Good luck on Monday!” It’s all so positive and affirming.
While running down Massachusetts Avenue, I got a direct flyover by a pair of Canadian Geese. I took that as a good omen.
I’ll see you at the finish line!