My Boston Marathon Experience – Athletes’ Village

Hopkinton Massachusetts

We off loaded the buses as the sun began to rise. It was a foggy, damp, chilly morning – bearable, but uncomfortable. We made our way from the offloading area to the Athletes’ Village. Thousands of runners, shoulder to shoulder, nervous, dazed and silent – we were a herd of cattle.


The Athlete’s Village was at a local school, and I was under the impression that we would be indoors. I quickly realized this was not the case. We made our way through a series of wide-open pastures, each with a large, circus style tent with no walls in the center. Under the tents were volunteers passing out coffee, Gatorade and Power Bars.Hopkinton


A shanty town quickly assembled. People emptied their drop bags, and laid them on the ground to form a barrier from the damp, cold ground. Others came prepared with blankets or chairs – clearly the veterans. I found a few empty Gatorade boxes and fashioned myself a bed, and settled in for a nap. (It was about 7:45 a.m. when I finally laid down. With the race starting at 10 a.m., I had a little time to kill.)


As I left the Athletes’ Village and headed toward the start line, my brain wouldn’t let my face stop smiling. The sun was shining, the skies were clear blue, the temperature had reached about 50 degrees. It was the perfect day for a marathon.

I kinda squeezed this post in. Happy National Running Day!


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