Really easy miles outside with my dog and three sons, one at a time. Hip felt pretty good. My weekly mileage was over 20, for the first time in several months.
So do you want to hear my helicopter story? A couple of months ago, on one of my blistering hot night-time runs around the lake, a helicopter started circling overhead. In an apparent effort to help me reach my max heart rate, they shined the spot-light on me and followed me around the lake for a several minutes. Don't worry, it doesn't mean that there was some terrible criminal on the loose. There's a helicopter pilot training school somewhere closeby. Hey, anything I can do to help the coming generation of helicopter pilots! Plus, I think it helped me push the pace a little. Oddly invogorating, actually. Probably gave a thrill to a little person who will never be hunted down by the police. The closest thing to an illegal act I've ever done is...oh, I suppose it was the time I got caught vadalizing a car. Well, that sounds terrible. Let me explain...
My sweet friend had recently gone through a heart-brake of the evil dude-inflicted kind. And naturally, on Valentine's Day I wanted to make sure she did not feel the day drag on slowly and uneventfully (as it does for about 90% of the female population). So *ahem* I snuck over to her house in the middle of the night and wrote all over her car with white shoe polish. Encouraging messages, you know, like "WHAT A WOMAN!" and "HAPPY VALENTINE:S DAY!" That kind of thing. Well, just when I was really getting into it--really enjoying myself--a cop pulled up and glared at me. I just froze there, shoe polish in hand, scouring my brain for a logical alibi, I mean, explanation. Well, I must've looked somewhat innocent, because he finally just burst out laughing and drove away. By the way, if any of you ever attempt this particular little stunt, make sure to only get the shoe polish on the windows. I guess shoe polish can sometimes eat through car paint. (oops!) | 