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When it comes to running marathons, there’s nothing quite like Boston.
The long history of the Boston Marathon, the challenge and prestige of trying to qualify for it, and the local Patriots’ Day enthusiasm that’s always tied to it.
It’s a mid-April rite of spring that’s synonymous with the daffodils blooming in Copley Square, the Red Sox playing in Fenway Park, and your running fitness rounding into form after a long winter.
Of all of the Marathon Majors, the Boston Marathon feels the least like an international race through a big city and more like a well-organized neighborhood race put on by a local running club.
Running the race is a multi-sensory spectacle unparalleled anywhere else in the running world. You train hard to qualify (or raise money for a charity). You submit your application and hope to make the cut. Then once you get in, you start training for—and are suddenly obsessed by—the…
