Technically this can also be filed under the “random thing I’ve found on the internet” category, but this works too.
My partner and crime and I at the start line of the 2013 Boston Marathon
For those unaware with Boston’s marathon quirks, for the last 8 years a group of bikers have met in Hopkinton, MA and biked the marathon path at midnight. I’ve been a fan of this idea ever since I saw BostonTweet post about it my freshman year of undergrad, but never really planned for it.
Last year the Saturday night before the marathon a friend and I were eating dumplings and drinking beer after failing to get tickets for spring breakers (which we had also appropriately pre-gamed). This friend was moving back to Hawaii after finishing his degree, and we were brainstorming his Boston bucket list. We joked about doing the marathon, as neither of us were in that good a shape. THEN we realized we could bike it.
Sunday morning came, and we went into overdrive trying to find a (cheap) bike rental and figure out a way to get to Hopkinton. I found Crimson bikes, a Harvard bike rental service that was supposed to drop bikes off at the start line and pick them up at the finish line. Next, I sweet talked a friend of mine with a car to drive us out to the start line around 10 o’clock. We had two hours to kill, and eventually found shelter in a bank lobby.
We found our bikes, and after switching them around (the starting line what pure chaos) we were finally off! It was cold, but exciting to be doing the marathon trail. It was smooth sailing until we got to Chestnut hill, where some bikers went straight and others turned up the hill (heartbreak hill, to be exact). Luckily a cop car had pulled up and asked what we were doing, and then proceeded to direct us towards the finish line. After biking through the suburbs of Boston, biking into the city of Boston was exhilarating. Once we got to Coolidge Corner we were so excited were were almost done, that we had done the Boston Marathon (kinda), and that we were going to be in our warm beds soon (it was about 3:20am by the time we finished).
At the finish line
For the next three days, I couldn’t sit down without being in pain. While crimson bikes had delivered what they promised: they did not pick them up at the finish line. That, and we ended up biking on fixed gear bikes.
Overall, it was a magical experience and I’m so glad I got to do it with one of my best friends. Hopefully sometime in the next two years I’ll be running the marathon and he’ll be able to pick me up at the finish line!