The 2010 Boston Marathon “was like a rock concert for 26 miles.” This was the comment made by Gary William, a first-time participant.
When an opportunity presented itself to travel with a number of runners from the Greater Moncton area who were doing this event, I jumped at it. I was going to be on Heartbreak Hill to cheer them on–no matter what. The announcer on the PA system pumped out great music and said for the hundredth time, “Congratulations, runners, you’ve made it to the top. It’s just over five miles to the end…all downhill.” I found myself reflecting on why I was here.
Sure, I know this is the home of Boston Billy and many more legends, but I hold Johnny Miles, a fellow Bluenoser, as my favorite for winning it twice in the 1920’s.
But on this day it was the thrill of watching my friends dealing with the pressure of doing the Grand Daddy of them all. They had worked so hard, devoting countless hours in the cold, rain, and snow to keep up their training. Even before that, they had to get a qualifying time to even make it here in the first place. This is what makes Boston a special event.