7:24 a.m. I practically jump out of bed, six minutes before my alarm is set to go off. Big breakfast. Quick shower. Make an unexpected run to the T station to meet Mimi Asnes `02, another marathon runner. We take the Green Line to meet my friend and Crimson editor Robbie Silverman `02 and his dad Sam in Newton Center.
Talking about the marathon, seeing the beautiful weather, I’m really excited. On our way to Hopkinton Mimi mentions a woman who once got a 108-degree fever and brain damage while running a marathon.
I tell Robbie—who, unlike me, is an official runner and fast—not to do the same thing. (The irony, of course, is that Robbie would end up collapsing just before the finish line of dehydration and a 104-degree fever, crawl to the finish line, and be featured on the Channel 5 news that night. He still finished in 3 hours flat.)
10 a.m. We get to Hopkinton and go to pee in the woods for the first time—along with various other runners of both genders.
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