We came. We cheered. We lost our shit. That pretty much sums up our 2014 Boston Marathon Experience.
We Cheered Boston. And I’ve gotta tell ya. It was EPIC! To be on the sidelines at the CREST OF HEARTBREAK HILL, cheering our guts out on a picture perfect day? Fanfuckingtastic I tell ya! What a day! What a race! Although I would have given my front two teeth to have run it (and I’ve got some big ass front chompers), being on the sidelines did not disappoint.
Such a different experience watching a marathon after running a bunch of ’em. Such respect I have. Even more now, than before. Each and every runner- from Meb and the Elites to the wheelchair athletes to those running with guides to the moms and the dads to the Middle of the Packers to the charity runners to the very last person to cross- I have such respect. Every single one of those runners ran the same 26.2 miles.They covered the exact same distance. They pulled themselves up the Newton HIlls. They turned onto Boylston and crossed that line. Each and every person ran their own marathon on Monday. With one single goal- Finishing. The following are pictures I took on Heartbreak Hill. They are what happens when good conquers bad. When light overcomes dark. When the human spirit triumphs. They aren’t Boston Strong for nothin’.