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Even casual readers of this blog know that I live in Boston. I'm not a native -- not at all -- but after more than a decade here, I absolutely love it here. <a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/2008/01/dirty-water.html">Here's the post I wrote once I realized I was in love with this dirty old town.</a>

One of the things I love about Boston is our marathon. I love the marathon. I love how accessible it is. You can just jump in and out of the race, if you want. You can high-five your friends as they run by. I find so much inspiration from it. <a href="http://www.everydaytreats.com/2011/04/on-being-a-small-blog-and-the-boston-marathon.html">Here's the post I wrote about the last time I was there (with my kids. I can't even go there.).</a>

Today is Patriots day. A quirky Massachusetts holiday. One that heralds the end of winter. A casual, inconvenient holiday -- the eastern part state is effectively sliced in half, and getting anywhere is such a pain, it's hardly worth it.

I wasn't at the Marathon today. But when I woke up this morning, I wondered if I should take the kids again.

This is the post where I wonder why people can't just run and have friends and strangers cheer them on in peace?