It wasn't the sunny, clear day we had back in April, but it was lovely nonetheless. For my long run today, I ran into Boston, to the finish line of the Marathon to watch thousands of runners complete their race.
|Crowds starting to gather|
It was tear-filled, cathartic and soggy. And it was wonderful to cheer on the runners. It was also awe-inspiring to see our police out there supporting the runners, clearing the roads, watching the crowds, just like they do every year.
|Here they come|
|Copley Square Memorial|
I love this running community, and I want to keep this communal feeling. Running can be an isolated experience, so from now on, I'm waving when I see people running. 6 minute miles or 12, if we cross paths, I'm gonna wave and smile. We're a part of a secret club, and this is our handshake.