A Boston Marathon Story

A journey to the Boston Marathon begins in every corner of the world. It has been this way for 114 years. A boy or a girl, a woman or a man, a runner or a romancer… it begins with a dream. And the journey most always begins, too, with someone or some others believing in, supporting and following that dream.

Yesterday, 27,000+ runners stood in the cool morning breeze in the little New England town of Hopkinton, Massachusetts to begin the 26.2 mile journey to accomplish those Boston Marathon dreams. Barry and I were there in Hopkinton to watch our son Keith and our daughter Jane take those first steps toward Boston. Their first Boston Marathons. And Jane’s boyfriend Brian was there, too, running 3rd Boston Marathon. Their individual dreams are theirs to tell… just as the dream of every other runner is his or hers to tell. But as a spectator, I can tell you that the feeling of the collective force and power of all of those individual dreams was something magical, something dazzling.

Barry and I live in nearby Rhode Island, so although our trip to Hopkinton began very early in order to actually get into Hopkinton, we felt very fortunate to be there. But this is a new world, and other people, all over the world, were using technology to watch the race and/or follow their runners… people feeling the feeling of being there. I began my morning journey with a Facebook update that said Barry and I were on our way to Hopkinton…

And this brings me to my 2010 Boston Marathon Story of one runner, one spectator and one Facebook/blogging friendErik Forehand, the one runner of 27,000 or so; me, the one spectator of hundreds and hundreds of thousands; and Erin, the one wonderful blogging friend from all the way out in Indiana, whom I have never met in person.

At 8:01 am, Erin Facebooked “good luck” to a fellow teacher, Erik, who was running Boston. I Facebooked back to Erin, asking if she happened to know Erik’s race number, at the same time watching the tens of thousands of runners heading into the little Marathon Village at the high school in Hopkinton. It was a veritable sea of runners, runners wearing every color, every design… runners of every height, size, shape and age imaginable. At that time of the morning, most of the numbers were not attached yet or were hidden under warm clothing. It took Barry and I an hour just to find Jane and Brian… and we wouldn’t find Keith until the race was about to begin. Spotting Erik was that needle in a haystack thing.

Erin almost immediately Facebooked Erik’s number – 1059. This low number meant that Erik would be way up at the front of the pack, beginning with the first wave of runners. Jane’s number was in the 15,000’s, Keith’s number was in the 25,000’s and Brian’s number was in the 3,000’s but he chose to run with Jane… (what a guy!), meaning that they would all begin with the second wave of runners. The chances of seeing Erik were slim to none, emphasis on none!

Barry and I were able to maneuver ourselves through the crowed, electric-with-excitement streets of Hopkinton to the starting corral in time to see Jane and Brian and Keith begin their journeys on the historic Boston Marathon course. We watched our children stepping toward fulfilling personal dreams… and we hugged and waved and told them we’d meet them in Boston. It was exciting beyond even words to be there.

I Facebooked that Barry and I were on our way to Boston. At 12:26, just as we were pulling into a parking spot downtown, Erin Facebooked that Erik had just crossed the 13k mark. Erik was being followed on-line by the teachers back in Indiana. Barry did some quick computations in his head (he’s mathematical like that) and was very excited about how well this guy from Indiana that we didn’t know from a friend in Indiana whom we’ve never met was doing in the race. Can you follow that?! I Facebooked Erin that we were parking and heading to the FINISH and maybe I could get a photo of Erik.

Sounds impossible? OK.

Barry and I know Boston rather well. My Mom grew up in Boston, my Nana lived there all her life and I’ve spend countless hours there. Barry did his undergraduate work at Wentworth Institute of Technology in Boston and I did my graduate studies at Boston University. We know the streets, the shortcuts, the lay-of-the-land. But yesterday, everything had changed. Streets were blocked or reserved for VIP’s. Spectators were 15 – 20 people deep in most areas. Even the marathon official staff members were at a loss at which ways to direct people. Keith’s wife Nicole and their two children, Adam and his two children, and several friends were literally “buried” in people at the FINISH. A couple of quick phone calls made us realize that we’d never get in that far.

We walked. And walked. We maneuvered. We squished. We stopped. We were not happy with the view. We walked some more. Finally, we stopped at a spot right on Boylston Street, about a half mile from the FINISH.

The crowd was still 15-or-so deep (and I’m very short), so I stood on top of a little bush (don’t tell the Boston maintenance people, please) and Barry and I saw the 2 and 3-digit finishers making their runs up toward Boylston Street. Within seconds, I saw a couple of 4-digit numbers… and straining my eyes, I thought I glimpsed 1059. I whipped out my camera and while balancing on that poor little bush, I zoomed in and took the shot. I looked back immediately at the photo, only to realize that the runner was SO SWIFT of feet that I got but a racing blur of blue…

I Facebooked Erin and asked if Erik was wearing blue. Then I Facebooked again and asked Erin, “How could you possible know unless he wears some lucky clothing that’s his trademark!?”

Erin Facebooked back, “He might be! He usually wears his college stuff, which is blue. He finished, 158th!”

Barry and I stood at that same spot until Jane, Brian and Keith ran up toward Boylston Street on that last part of their magnificent journeys to run the Boston Marathon. Journeys that began as dreams… and dreams that became realities.

So… did one runner from Indiana of 27,000 or so runners who teaches with a “friend” I’ve never met converge at Boylston Street in Boston with one of a half million or so spectators along a 26.2 mile race?

YES! Right instant. Right time. Awesome technology.

A moment of a journey shared by two complete strangers on a street in Boston… and that someone who believed in following the dream from Indiana.

Congratulations to Erik on his INCREDIBLE finish. Congratulations to Jane, Keith and Brian for living their journeys. You have all inspired countless others with your running and your dreaming…

A Boston Marathon Story was last modified: April 20th, 2010 by Sharon Couto
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  1. Oh, Sharon! This made me a little sniffly and smiley all at the same time. I just LOVE that you saw Erik as he was nearing his triumphant finish. It is just amazing to me that you were able to be there at that exact moment–that the stars aligned just right for you to snap that blurry, but still perfect, shot.

  2. “The stars aligned.”
    What a perfect description of an amazing story and journey.
    Your family must be so proud and excited.
    Congratulations to all of you.
    Love, Connie

  3. This is such a great story. When I got on the computer late last night, I was reading the texts between you and Erin. It’s too bad this wasn’t the year Cindy ran Boston. Congratulations to all your runners. They amaze me. You and Barry must be beaming with pride.

  4. well, i’m all teary-eyed!

    i always say that i don’t believe in the word “can’t” but that this is something i honestly don’t believe i could do. so, it makes me all happy and proud of them all!!! wonderful…thank you for sharing!

  5. I got chills reading this. It is so amazing how this all came together.

    Also so amazing of a wonderful family you have brought up and you and Barry could be there to support your friends a such a great guy for Jane too!! You ROCK 🙂

  6. I felt like I was right there with you and Barry whipping in and out of the crowd and HOW DO YOU STAND ON A BUSH? What an amazing day. It is for sure a small world to have someone from my home state of Indiana running and for you to get his picture out of all those runners. I know how proud you have to be of your son, daughter and Brian. This gives me so much encouragement to walk just the 6 miles I have to walk on Saturday.

  7. as the mother of Erik and still coming down from the awe of it all, I am just amazed at the picture you captured. No one could know the difficulty of doing that unless you experienced Boston itself. It was so crowded and hard to get to the finish line. We were probably one mile away when we received the message he had finished. Thankfully we saw him at the 17 mile mark. I cannot thank you enough !!!!!! Bless you and congrats to Keith, Jane, Brian, and all who ran in Boston’s 114th.

  8. Hey there Sharon, I miss reading about your adventures on facebook. You seem to have the ability to inspire those around you to reach a little higher and try a little harder. Heading off to Bristol to an art exhibit, but wanted to find you online and pick up a little of your inspiration to help me enjoy the rest this day.

    Keep in touch
    Lucy

A Boston Marathon Story was last modified: April 20th, 2010 by Sharon Couto