Miserable run. Just miserable. It was dark and cold as I ran from the hotel to corporate and the mall. My guts weren't happy and I jumped into the first bathroom I could. I'm sure Bloomingdales loved having a sweaty/smelly runner walking through the store. Made one more lap and then had to jump into a Starbucks for the same issues as before. On my last lap I was nearly hit by a car. He didn't stop at a stop sign as I ran through the crosswalk and I had to leap out of his way before my right knee was kissed by his bumper. I yelled not so nice words and chased after him but he ran the next stop sign and then was gone. I was ticked...but really, what was I going to do? I'm sure he wouldn't have been intimidated by a 140 lb runner from Oregon. By then I'd had enough and called it a night a few miles short of my goal.
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