| Stephanie Freeman |
It was an awesome marathon Monday in Boston, as well as Patriots Day. The weather was excellent; unlike the race of 2012 when it was unseasonably hot and runners were falling out everywhere.
The girls I was with were up early and ready to brave the race they had worked so hard for. As I got up my heart pounded with excitement and joy. I was finally in Boston at the race that has been my dream and I had my heart set on for so long. Although I wasn't going to be running it I would be able to experience what it was all about. I would be witnessing the oldest and most prestigious annual marathon in the world.