Fifteen days later, under a similarly bright sun and with a gentle breeze at their backs, they finally crossed the finish line.
Juli Windsor and John Young, the first dwarfs to run the Boston Marathon, had spent months training and envisioning that moment of catharsis, of completing a run that would require them to take more than twice the steps of other runners and overcome a back-stabbing, leg-numbing pain that afflicts little people who run long distances.
Like thousands of others, they had their paths blocked when the bombs detonated. They had reached mile 25.7 and could hear the sirens in the distance.
On Tuesday afternoon, with crowds again filling the Back Bay and the memorials to those killed and maimed still growing, Windsor and Young began where they were stopped. Full story for BostonGlobe.com subscribers.
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