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Boston Marathon Bombing | A Personal Account of Being at the Finish Line

Boston Marathon Bombing | A Personal Account of Being at the Finish Line
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Aftermath of Boston Marathon Bomb

Photo/Art by Cindy Hale
The aftermath of the Boston Marathon bombings.

Note: JD Hale, Yankee Publishing Vice-President, is the great nephew of Yankee Magazine’s founder, Robb Sagendorph.

Until last Monday I had not been to the finish of the Boston Marathon since I ran it in 1986.

I was a rookie BAA volunteer in my yellow Adidas jacket along with my friend Bill Goodwin and wife, Cindy Hale.  I would not wish our day on anyone but I am glad we were there – and I feel blessed it was with my wife, Cindy and friend, Bill.  Being together  helped us to do what we did.

The Marathon has always been part of my life – watching it on television with my mom in the 70s, cheering my Bates College roommate for his barely-trained crazy run in 1979, and seeing the Bowdoin College singlet (arch rival school!) on Joan Benoit as she won the women’s division, and Billy Rodgers taking it to Seko for the win for the men.

By the 80s, I was a working man in Boston – and I would rally my colleagues to leave the office down by Faneuil Hall at our “lunch hour” and go up to Mass Ave. (near a T station) and cheer on the runners. I realize now – I was still a New Hampshire guy drawn to the history, the competition, the simplicity and excitement of the event.

Then Yankee Magazine ran a cover story in 1993 entitled, “New England’s Perfect Day”. The writer, Todd Balf, did it all that day from the reenactments to the parades to the Red Sox game to the Marathon. I realized it truly is New England’s “perfect day”.   From that day forward, I have always taken the day as vacation with one goal – make the very most of this day.  I had become a true Bostonian.

My three kids were young and for fun we would often ride our bikes in the 5 AM darkness (flash lights duct taped to their handle bars) up the Minuteman Bike Path in Lexington,  get near the green, ditch the bikes and run to the edge of the reenactment which starts at 6 AM.   I always shed a tear at the battle’s conclusion. Every darn year we got wiped out! But we always bounced back quickly with the pancake feast in a different church vestry each year.  And, also, found solace in hearing we did better up in Concord.

Every year, by noon we were in the hills of Newton at the Marathon, just up a bit from the fire station where the runners turn on Commonwealth Avenue and need a lot of support. We would set up our mini-water station with the kids.  They loved handing out the water or getting “fives”.  As the years passed our runner friends and runners we hosted from around the country knew right where to find us. It was a party.

JD Hale

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