A few friends and I wandered up to Beacon Street in Brookline to watch the race. We got there just in time to see the lead female runner. We sat, transfixed by the tired, sore bodies hurling past us, as if propelled by sheer will (we were right before Mile 24). I was impressed by the dedication of the runners. They came from all over- NJ, Syracuse, Mexico, Canada, Japan, Korea, Texas, NY, Army, Navy, Marines, Air Force.... Some people had costumes or funny hats. One guy ran with a beer can dangling from a stick in front of him.