Kathrine Switzer Runs the Boston Marathon

Raw and grey in the small hours, the air feeling near 24°F in gusts that came close to gale force and went straight through a coat. Dawn brought no light to speak of. The morning ran dim and cold under a ceiling so low it was nearly fog, the wind still hard, the air only near 29° by late morning. It eased by mid-afternoon. The cloud never broke until dusk, when the sky suddenly opened and the air sat near 37° in the calm, the evening clear and cold and the wind finally gone.