Kevin and I are not alone in our migration to Boston. This year, there are 32,000 runners with probably as many family members providing support along the course. This doesn’t match the number of arctic terns or monarch butterflies who flit the globe annually; but it is impressive since humans have the ability to choose whether they migrate or not; animals do it by instinct.
We are staying in an Airbnb for the first time, because hotels have become too expensive. What we spent $250 a night last year at the AC Marriott is now $400. So L, Kevin’s partner, who is a pro at finding space with good vibes and fewer dollars involved, booked a flat for us in a neighborhood about a mile and a half from the AC at about 50 percent of the cost.
We don’t know what the other 31,999 runners are doing this evening, but we assume most of them have arrived, possibly picked up their race packets, and are bedding down for the evening. For most serious runners, tomorrow, the day before the race, is devoted to relaxing, carb loading, and going to bed early.
In that regard, the 32,000 migrants are all in sync.
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