It’s almost Marathon Monday! Spectating the Boston Marathon was my first exposure to the marathon as a “thing people did.” As a college freshman, I stood in Kenmore Square, cheered and fried in the sun on the first warm spring day in 2004, back when the marathon still started at noon.
I didn’t know how far a marathon was; I didn’t much care. I didn’t know any of the runners at the front or back of the pack, I didn’t know the burning desire that consumes people to chase a BQ — often for years.
I certainly didn’t know that four years later, I’d stand on that line in Hopkinton.