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I love Marathon Monday. I love that people from all over the world come to Boston to do what feels to me like the completely absurd but admirable pursuit of running 26.2 miles, something I know I could never do. (Longest run: 2.25 miles.) I love watching the marathon at home, because I am just so damned impressed people can do this at all. The marathon coincides with when spring finally starts to hit Boston, and the city and suburbs always turn out in force to welcome and cheer on the runners.

( trigger warning for the rest of this, just in case )