It’s the day to ship off to Boston - we welcome spring and athletes from all corners of the world.
For the authentic experience, you have to take the T.
We love something because it has faults. It is fallible. That makes it human. And so is the case with the T.
It’s like a crazy spouse - one that might try to kill you. Might even succeed. But will always love you.
No - these are not extras or amateur entertainers; these are athletes participating in the marathon. The Wheelchair and Para categories are the ones that set off first and then get to the finish line the quickest.
Proves that running isn’t fast enough on a consistent basis. Wheels are better. But what the hell.
Of course, we have to reach Boston and pahk. and it does not mattah if you don’t touch the tahmac. Everyone pays to pahk anywhere. Who do ya think you aah? A blimp?
We had a lot of fun is what we want to portray on social media. In reality, it was all fear and loathing and consistent foreboding.
And some nice sights on the way back home. Only looks good when the weather co-operates. And when tourist naff is absent.
So, how do you like them apples?
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