Kevin Sweeny: Happy Patriots Day! – Florida Politics (blog)
If you are reading this during the morning hours, currently 20,000 (or so) runners are sitting in a high school baseball field in Hopkinton, Massachusetts about to embark on what for many will be the fulfillment of miles upon miles of dreams.
With all due respect to those who will run later today, as a charity runner, this piece is dedicated to those who have taken up the dream to struggle through the “miles of trials, the trials of the miles,” to qualify and then run the Boston Marathon.
In 1970, the “qualifying time” was introduced by the Boston Marathon, and thus began the legend of the Boston Marathon being THE RACE for those who would never be able to fulfill an Olympic marathon dream.
I’ve been lucky enough to qualify every year since 2003, and every year my soul returns to the small, quaint village in central Massachusetts.
It’s Marathon Monday: Welcome to the Boston Marathon!
“The marathon,” as those in Bay state call it, has always taken place on Patriot’s Day, a state holiday commemorating the anniversary of the Battles of Concord and Lexington. Early this morning, school buses began rolling out of Boston Commons to a point 26.2 miles outside of Boston.
Exiting the bus, runners are treated to the “Athletes’ Village.” Everything a runner could want is in “the village”: coffee, bagels, every type of “energy” bar you can think of, water (Poland Springs, of course), Gatorade and of course, port-o-lets.
In Hopkinton, the entire town is shut down for the marathon. The residents proudly represent the city by welcoming runners with music, extra port-o-lets, water, orange slices and cheers. When you are called to the start line, it is only then you start to notice