One week after Erin was rushed to MGH for emergency surgery, and one day after she woke up, Boston shut down for Marathon Monday and an onslaught of runners from all over the world took over the city. In 2001, Erin and I had been part of that onslaught. When rowing season ended the previous fall, Erin wanted a running partner and I wanted to get to know her better. At first I volunteered to train with her, which turned into us running the whole thing together. We spent hours that winter, usually in the early mornings, winding our ways through the streets of Somerville, Cambridge, Arlington and Medford.