"No one in. No one out. Boston is shut," blared the bullhorns. Yellow police tape forbade my progress.
But then the unthinkable. Police cars herded several hundred of us slow runners into the Newton City Hall, most of the way up Heartbreak Hill, at 21 miles. It was chaos. Incarcerated at a marathon! WILD! Hundreds of befuddled, sweaty runners hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. Neither did a...
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