Trigger Warning
I heard the shots first. Not to say I heard them first, as I was maybe five hundred feet, no more than 200 meters away when it happened. As it happened, I was running in that direction. June 19th was, if I recall, mostly cloudy with some moments of sun - it wasn't overly warm as I had worn my green EMS fleece over my black polyester "Wicked Muddy Mainer" tee - my last run over 5 miles had been in the rain and I was wearing a cotton tank, which chafed the hell out of my nipples and left me sore for a few days - so, cotton kills. Lesson learned. Not that I'm an amateur in anything but performance here, I've been running in various weather for years now, since 2018 or so really, but some lessons don't stick til you bleed. I live off Brown, and had worked a loop from Myrtle to Bridge, past what used to be the Jr High to East Bridge, past the retirement community and the horse-farm, out to 302 and up to Riverside St, back down Warren to Cumberland Ave. Here I ha