The Finish Line pre-race, Saturday morning. I was just here on Monday, blogging away my time while I waited for Matty and Madeleine to come pick me up from work after they were done watching the Marathon. I was so sad to be missing it; I had only missed it one other year in my 7 years in Boston, and that was the year I was in New Orleans volunteering post-Katrina. I was jealous of everyone out there on a beautiful spring day, cheering on the runners and taking part in an event that is just so very Boston . But, if there was a year for me to miss, this one made the most sense. Matty decided to take the year off so that he could just enjoy running instead of training and so he could cheer on his running team . He had also been helping me train for my own races in preparation for me to run the Marathon in 2014 with my organization's charity team; creating training plans, getting me out of bed in the mornings and keeping Maddie entertained on my long weekend runs. ...