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I’ve run the Boston Marathon five
times and this last quarter-mile always brings me to tears. Runners are often an emotional wreck this far into a marathon, but there's something
magical about Boston, with its 117-year history, that brings out a powerful
sense of being a part of something big.
When you cruise down that last
straightaway, you can’t help but feel an incredible bond with the spectators
who line the street on either side 10 or 15 people deep. Their cheering,
clapping and high-fiving propels you through those final torturous strides
toward your goal.
The two explosions that struck
near the finish line at the 4 hour and 9 minute mark of Monday’s race hit
densely packed areas of crowds – probably some of the same people who cheered me
on the last time I ran Boston in 2011. And the thing about spectators in Boston
is that they’re not just there to cheer on friends and family. This race has
enough of a tradition that it brings out families, college kids, construction
workers and just about anyone, to cheer on some 24,000 runners they’ve never
met.
You might think it would be
boring to stand on the street for hours watching people drag their tired selves
through the end of a race, especially hours after the winners have come
through, when the throngs of recreational runners come pouring in. But Boston
Marathon spectators know better. They see the looks of determination on our
faces. They know how hard we’ve worked to get to this point. They care.
If you’ve ever set your mind to
train for any kind of athletic endeavor, you know how much it means to have
other people recognize that commitment, and the marathon offers a unique
experience to have thousands of people cheer you on as if you were a pro sports
star. With 500,000 spectators along the point-to-point course, the Boston
Marathon is the Super Bowl of amateur athletics, and as a runner the cheering crowds make
you feel like you just caught the game-winning Hail Mary pass.
My best memories of approaching
the Boston finish line are seeing the looks of excitement on the faces of all
the little kids that I high-fived. It’s incomprehensible that one of those boys
was killed. Some of the runners were injured in the blasts, but it was
the spectators who suffered the brunt of the damage. They are the real heroes
of the race.