Yesterday was a travel day, so no run. I thought about working out when I got to my mom's, but instead we all sat on the couch and watched Phineas and Ferb OnDemand. I love that show. This morning was chilly when I started out, but sunny, so I kept taking my hands out of my sleeves when they'd get hot and then put them back in after a few minutes. My hat was also on and off, but I kept a headband around my ears. With all the talk about high fiving people, I decided to take my first opportunity to channel Burt (that's gotta be where it all comes from, right?). When I was running by the river, I saw a guy running towards me (on the wrong side of the street, so that we on a collision course) and he looked like he was in pain. So I shouted "High Five" right when we were about to pass, and he grimaced as he raised his hand. My high five was a little mocking. Then I crossed the street no long after to high five a woman that I had seen running when I first set out. She was already moving across the street anyway, so this high five business must be growing. I know her, though she doesn't know me. When I was a kid she was always running, and then she was always at the local pool. She wore a black bikini every year and she was impossibly tan. She's gotta be in her late 60s by now, and I bet she's really wrinkly. Then after that, I saw the first guy again, still running on the wrong side of the street. This time no words were exchanged, just a nice hand slap. I'm fairly certain that he cut a couple blocks short on the river run just so he could meet me again. I then ran for a while without seeing anyone. When I ran towards the railroad tracks about a mile from home, there was a freight train, so I turned and ran parallel so I could tack on a little extra distance. And wouldn't you know it? In the distance, still on the wrong side of the street, I saw my friend. So now I suspect that he planted a tracking devices on me during the second high five. He pretended to be reluctant to high five me again, but he probably knew that this would be the last opportunity to get his tracking device back. I didn't see him again. When I got by my mom's I realized that I was only going to hit just more than 7 miles, so I ran around the blocks by her house to get to 8 miles. I overshot it, but just a bit.
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