It was the end of a week that could be described as slightly difficult. All is well, but it wasn’t without its breakdowns.
Well, who cares about that now? There were people in speedos and Santa hats running through the streets of Boston. One of them even ran over to me, hugged me and lifted me into the air. Now that might have been the best thing that happened to me all year. Thank you man in the red speedo!!!! You rock my world.
Here they are all!!!: