The Marathon

When 9/11 happened although I remember where it was, I honestly was too little to remember all the details. But when this happened, I was sitting on the top of Sev Green (Wellesley College). My friends and I had just finished cheering on the runners at our classic scream tunnel, since Wellesley is the half point, and having a huge dance party & BBQ on Munger Meadow. We were chilling, some of us were smoking hookah, some were half asleep and then it happened. One bomb went off and instantly all of the days fun was forgotten. Instead we began wondering about our friend who was running the Boston Marathon as well as the bystanders and other participants. Luckily my friend was okay but for many others that was not the case…let us bond together in support of those injured and lost in the aftermath.

Stay strong Boston, Wellesley loves you!!

Whimsically Yours,

PnC

Thought Catalog

If you have never lived in Boston, it’s hard to explain what Marathon Monday (or Patriots’ Day, as its known there) is, exactly. While the rest of the country reports for another Monday at work, or frantically tries to get their taxes in under the wire, Massachusetts shuts down. Schools close. If you’re a college-aged kid, you wake up early (really early) and chug a few beers and load up backpacks and head to a pre-determined place to meet up with your friends and chug more beers and cheer on the runners. If you’re little, you wake up and get dressed in your best Boston gear (I always wore a blue Red Sox t-shirt with the old logo on it) and your parents pack you in the car and you go to a friend’s house. There’s always a barbecue. You watch the runners on the TV, everyone huddled around the…

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