*Originally posted April 18, 2013 (Again, I had to keep this one…)
I have to give major props to the Boston Athletic Association. I can’t imagine the level of stress they have been working until since Monday. When I learned that I could pick up my medal, I immediately called my family and asked them to come with me. I knew this was asking a lot, especially with my dad and his bad back, but I wanted to share the moment with someone. My mom, dad, and sister-in-law hopped (ok, I can barely walk, so there was no hopping) on the orange line and headed back to Copley Square, the scene of the crime. I have to admit I was pretty nervous walking through the area with the police holding rifles and news trucks lined up as far as you could see. On an unassuming side street, we saw a small sign for the BAA.
The baggage and medal pick up area was calm, warm and inviting. They had a mini finish line right before you walked into the room to get your medal. The head of the BAA shook my hand, and a woman next to him gave me my medal and a hug. As we exited, therapy dogs greeted us. For them to set this up, after all they have been through this week, was amazing. I take back every bad thing I have ever said about the BAA. They are good people.
I will cross the real thing next year.