Wish us luck: Beej and I are heading to Boston tomorrow morning amidst a good old N'oreaster. We're staying the night with two friends and Beej is (if you didn't know this already, or couldn't pick up on it from this) running the Boston marathon on Monday. He figures that, given his place in the pack, it'll be (literally, not exagerating) ten minutes before he gets to the START line. So, the race will start and TEN MINUTES LATER, he'll cross the start line.
We've got to get to bed cuz we gotta get up early, but I'll let y'all know how it went. Wish us -- mostly him -- luck.
No comments:
Post a Comment