I ran at four in the afternoon today. Felt pretty good. As I was running; I saw this bald headed runner about two hundred yards in front of me. I thought to my self; This must be the "Desert runner." To my surprise it was not the man. It was a cheap imitation from New York. It was a nice day and the heat was on, so I took my shirt off by the river. The Moon must have been full tonight, because the howling from the passing by cars was more frequent then normal. The thought of the day is: Hills are easy as long as you’re going down them! |