Running into the mouth of the Canyon, there was a group of lythe, muscular, shirtless young men (maybe 20 or more of them) standing in a group on the trail. They were standing in a group talking, or maybe waiting, and when they saw me coming from behind, the parted like the red sea to line either side of the trail and began cheering with their arms up as if I were crossing a finish line. So I ran past smiling and holding my arms up in triumph as I sprinted past. It was a most wonderful random running moment. It was as if they had been waiting for me to arrive, and encoraging me to keep on doing my thing. It didn't hurt that they were young, tan, and sweaty either. Happy Tuesday fur shure. | 