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I realized along the route that there were people in the race running for a cause just like me. It had been 6 years since the Boston Marathon bombing and the feeling in the area was more like unity than discouragement. If the event did anything, it seems to have united the community more. I passed people on the course who were running because they lost someone, or they had a child or friend suffering in some way. There was even one guy running that had two prosthetic legs. I was impressed because he was so much faster than me. The race was such an amazing experience that it overshadowed the fact that I was running 26.2 miles and it was tough. It hurt. Sam helped push me along without pushing me too hard. He would run ahead and grab water or Gatorade for me while keeping me
Finally, we made the turn down Boylston St. and made the final “sprint” toward the finish line. To be honest,
going one step at a time. My husband,
I didn’t have much left in me, but the energy of the entire race made it hard not to give one final run. I also
mother, and son went with Roberta, her kids,
had tears in my eyes as all the emotion of the last several months came together all at once. I had achieved
and Sam’s kids to right around mile 24 and
something I never in a million year thought I would have the chance to do. My final time was 4 hours 31
waited for us. It was wonderful to see them
minutes 12 seconds, which was just fine by me.
on the sidelines when we got to that point.
JUNE-2019
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