The Boston Marathon runs on Patriots' Day every year, and since the runners go by right through our neighborhood, Henry and I once again were there to see the action.
Our viewing spot for the past few years:
Henry waiting for the runners:
The pace car (we were watching at about mile 23 - it is unbelievable how quickly the elite runners go):
First of the elite men (and eventual winner - Robert Cheruiyot):
Henry getting into the spirit and clapping for the runners:
Running his own mini-marathon on the way home:
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