As I cross the most famous finish line in the world, they say my name. I make sure to look up at the cameras. I need to get my medal before I collapse. I am about to turn off Boylston Street, asking for directions to the Westin, where my team was meeting. Boom. I turn around and see a plume of smoke.
By Hailey Eber for Blisstree.com The other day I ran into an old college friend I hadn’t seen in a year or so. We exchanged pleasantries and “w...