Things I’ll remember as we leave Boston . . .
The slogans for this race: Boston Strong. We all run Boston. Right on Hereford, left on Boylston. Stay Calm and Think Marathon. We are one team.
The signs along the route. One said “Right, left, repeat.” Can’t argue there. Another said, “Run fast Daddy.” Can’t argue there either.
The sense of history as Kevin and I stood one day after the race at the site of last year’s bombings. The thankfulness of local merchants and residents. As we walked downtown Boston today many people came up to Kevin, who wore his marathon medal, and said, “Congratulations, and thanks for being here.” A couple homeless people saluted him. One gave him a fist-bump.
We head home first thing in the morning, with Kevin’s legs still aching from the ups and downs of the course’s hills. I suspect other marathon stragglers will leave as well. And the city will return to normal.
Or perhaps to begin planning next year’s marathon.
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