The Boston Marathon happened yesterday, on a cool, cloudy, foggy, and rainy Monday morning along the route from Hopkinton to Boston. I watched the start of the wheelchair racers and just missed the start of the elite groups going off for both men and women.
These athletes are truly in a class by themselves. The eventual wheelchair winners were so far in front that they had multiple-minute leads only a few minutes into the race. They were racing against the clock because there were no other racers in sight who could give them any kind of competition. The elite men were running 4:37 miles consistently for the first few miles, which, for the lack of a better word, is sick in an impressive way.
Marathon athletes are just a special breed.
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