My memory of the race itself falls into four phases. The first phase was from the start out of Hopkinton to about the seven-mile mark. Once the jam of...runners opened up, I was jogging easily, maintaining a strong pace with relatively little effort. But I had filed away the nugget of advice from the more experienced Boston runners that the first seven miles or so is predominantly downhill, and to hold back a bit. I knew I could go faster, but I did not, allowing dozens of runners to pass me on. But it's up to you how it affects your son. I'm giving you the option of sheltering, and making things go a lot easier on him... Now we got a little ways to go yet, so why don't you just give it some thought and decide how you what to handle this." John spoke so coldly, it gave Mary chills. She started to cry."Now that's not going to help you at all. If your son sees you crying, he's going to get upset. And that's how things get out of control, and people get hurt."Mary was terrified. She knew. "He took the paper that she handed him and read it, "I'll give it just like it is. That's all they need to hear."They sat drinking their coffee in silence. She kept watching to see how he was taking the lose of his wife. She saw that it was affecting him deeply and she gave him all of the space he needed to come to grips with his grief.After he had finished two cups of coffee he went upstairs to get cleaned up and then give the reporters their statement. He dreaded these things but it was a. Out of the elevator you move toward room 237. You knock on the door and I answer the door. You know it is me by the pictures I had sent you. Stepping back to show you that you should come in. The minute I shut the door I turn to you and inquire "So baby girl, are you ready to be a dirty girl for your Daddy?"All you could think of to say is "Yes Daddy". Being very nervous and a little scared, you are not knowing what to expect. I hand you a blindfold and instruct you to put it on. Doing as you.