Karen Beitel
Boston Marathon, 
2004

It was a hot day in Hopkinton, Massachusetts.
This was the Boston Marathon. The projected forecast was clear skies, with a high of 85 degrees. The heat intimidated everyone, even the Kenyans. The lines at the port-o-potties never ended as the bladders of 20,000 runners worked furiously to get rid of excess fluid. The communal nerves didn't help much either. Despite the difficulties I was about to face, my spirits soared.

The gun went off and the race began. "Slowly," I said to myself, "Take it out slowly."

....Continued in the Canadian Marathon Stories Book.....

Karen Beitel
Boston Marathon, 
2004

It was a hot day in Hopkinton, Massachusetts.
This was the Boston Marathon. The projected forecast was clear skies, with a high of 85 degrees. The heat intimidated everyone, even the Kenyans. The lines at the port-o-potties never ended as the bladders of 20,000 runners worked furiously to get rid of excess fluid. The communal nerves didn't help much either. Despite the difficulties I was about to face, my spirits soared.

The gun went off and the race began. "Slowly," I said to myself, "Take it out slowly."

....Continued in the Canadian Marathon Stories Book.....