In Boston, the marathon is an official holiday (otherwise disguised as "Patriot's Day"). Granted, not all companies get the day off, but those who don't count it as a holiday often take it as a vacation day. It's a high to cheer on the 25,000 people who sweat their way through 26 agonizing miles starting from Hopkinton, up Heartbreak Hill and through the Back Bay to the finish line in Boston. In a weird way, spectators feel the same sense of pride watching the runners cross the line -- except it's unlikely the spectator falls flat on their face post-run. I would collapse, too, after running 26 miles, but I feel that's a dignified ending to a marathon.

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