TGIF. Talk about a stressful week. Monday afternoon, I don’t think anyone in the Boston area thought that just four short days later we’d be here. "Here" is trapped in our homes b/c of the second suspect who’s on the lam.
Side note: I’ve found that I really like saying “on the lam.” News reporters keep referring to him as “at large” and “on the run” but I think we all can agree “on the lam” is much catchier. Or I’m just weird. Most likely, it’s the latter.
Seriously though, today has been a shitstorm of emotions.
6am: the T shut down all their service? Woo hoo, no work today!
6:30am: what the fuck happened last night?! I have to watch all these news reports to fill in the gaps.
7am: okay, motherfucker, don’t think we won’t find you.
7:30am: well, that press conference was useless. Thanks Guv’nah.
8am: is it really breaking news that the first suspect liked rap music?
9am: CNN’s got nothing.
10am-7pm: see 9am
The last hour or so is the news that broke about the second suspect being cornered on a boat in someone’s back yard (what a boost of confidence to the perimeter the police set up in the area all day). Seriously though, the BPD and FBI have been superheroes this week; let’s put the final nail in this bastard’s coffin.
Like many other runners, I’ve gone on a few shorter runs this week in tribute to Monday’s tragedy. I planned to do my 9 mile training run this morning, but the lock-down put the kibosh on that. It’s supposed to rain all day tomorrow, which means I most likely won’t get my miles in until Sunday. I want to be annoyed, but in the grand scheme of things, it’s small potatoes. And when they catch this POS tonight my Sunday run will be that much sweeter.