a big congrats to all those that ran the boston marathon yesterday. a friend + i headed across the river to take in a close up from the sidelines. we had a view right around the last "bend" of the race.
once runners turned left in front of us onto bolyston st., they were in the home stretch straight for the finish line. and man was it exhilarating. the applause! the cow bells! the signs! hands in the air, smiles on faces, limps of pain but a determination to finish. and every.single.onlooker cheering at the top of their lungs.
it was one of THE coolest things i've seen + heard in quite awhile: strangers cheering on strangers. applauding them for their dedication, their will, their drive, their dream. pushing them the last few feet to the finish. now, i'm not the gal to put a 26.2 foot-race on my life list, but i'll never say i don't understand why some do. when you run that far, that hard, that long by yourself, for a crowd that large, on a course that demanding, there's not much in this world you can't do.