The oldest marathon in the world.

Today it was all about the Boston Marathon - the oldest one in the world that today had its 122 „edition“. Tough conditions, with no more than 7 degrees, cold, heavy rain and strong wind. On the way to meet my friends close to the finish line, I witnessed great/ emotional moments: people looking terribly weak, people crying of happiness, people crying because of pain and frozen hands, people barely walking, people. The entire city was under a common feeling of „we‘re in this together“. For sure I still have a lot to learn about them (good and bad) and for sure they are not perfect; but now I did understand, at least partially, how they got over all the shit they have been through: by sticking together. The way they all support and help each other, talk to each other, ask and answer, say please and thank you and smile at you, are so visibly passionate about what they do and interested in what others do...well, it is a bit overwhelming and emotional. Because it is not in one, two or ten people; in one public transport or in one store, on the street or in a restaurant (except for the Chinese one🙂) - it is everywhere.Read more