The story of my life as an inept but enthusiastic runner.
Monday, November 03, 2014
This morning when I was out for my usual run (or, more accurately, my old-man shuffle-along), some guy standing on his front porch called out, "Taking a morning stroll, I see." Now the rule that we runners (or shufflers) follow in Texas is, never make a rude gesture or comment because the other guy is probably armed." So I just said, "Sure am," and kept on shuffling.