Imagine being a carrot. On the lunch tray amongst leftover cauliflower and dill pickles, Dartmouth student X drops you in the garbage can.
"You have to leave, NOW!" The voice of the Northeast Security official boomed loudly from behind his flashlight.
What takes 25,000 aspirin tablets, 15,000 runners and 600 port-a-johns? On Monday, eight students represented Dartmouth among the pack at the 102nd Boston Marathon.
Encircling the Green, you may have noticed the familiar gait of a 50 Miler: the careful limp, tentative angle of the knee, abundantly blistered soles, toe pieces of shoes flapping open, mud-coated socks and trenchfoot.