Breathe Breathe

Today was the Boston Marathon. I am always amazed with the people who are able to run the 20+ miles of the marathon. I love to watch them run and to hear the crowd cheering them on. Most of the people look beat up once they get to the finish line but the pride they feel in finishing the race exudes. What do they think while the are running? Do they focus on the sound of their breath or the beating of their heart? Do they hear the crowd cheering them?

This is one of the things I am going to miss about Boston. It's not just the tradition of the race, it's also the outpouring of support from strangers. I don't even know the people running, but I still feel like yelling out a "You're doing great!" or "You're almost done!" People come together on a day like this and I haven't experienced something like this anywhere else. I will miss this snippet of humanity in a city that often times feels so lonely and detached.