The day started out good. The weather was sunny but cool when my cousin Scotty arrived at my house for the trip into Hopkinton. He was as excited as a kid on Christmas. You see, Scotty grew up in Natick AND he is a real runner, so running in The Boston Marathon was beyond exciting for him. We took a couple of pictures on our deck and I want you to notice the difference in outfits between he and I.
We were pumped and ready! Kristen dropped us off as close to the starting line as we could get but that still means that we had to walk for a mile and a half or so to get to athletes villiage. Once there we took in the sights and drank in the palpable excitement that hangs all over that area.
Then it was time to head to the starting line. Where we would wait in a sea of runners for the 10:30 start of wave 2.