Friday afternoon
2.3-mile run-commute home. I stopped by a booze shop near my office to pick up some McManis Petite Sirah, and stashed it in my new daypack. The 20-something hipsters working there had no problem, of course, with my bare feet. Running a coupla blocks farther on, an old pick-up truck loaded with junk slowed on a busy street with the freeway up ahead and the driver shouted "Excuse me sir, . . ." but I couldn't understand the rest with all the traffic noise around. I could see he had a green light and there was a guy behind him. I figured he was asking directions so I put my hand up to my ear to signal I hadn't heard him. He shouted it again with a gleeful grin, "You are an Asphalt Technician." At first I thought he was asking where an asphalt technician business was located so I put up my hands in a Idon'tknow gesture, and he and his smiling passenger sped off, so as not to hold up traffic any more. Then a few seconds later it occurred to me he was referring to me running barefoot (with a daypack in a busy section of town late Friday afternoon). I really liked his coinage. I may have to get a t-shirt printed. I felt a little bad I didn't let him know in time that I had appreciated his designation.
Back home I had a nice mid-body st session, interrupted a bit my wife and son. My son had some stomach bug and Ralphed on some of the weights. Lovely.
Saturday, had some early morning paperwork to get in the mail, so no Saturday morning long run, and then I ran some errands with the kids and went to the zoo for a bit while my wife attended her first U.S. citizenship class. Once we got home, I was dehydrated and decided to blow off the run for good, and took a nap with my wife and son. Oh well, just a little over 22 miles for the week, over four consecutive days. Will try to get in a long run later today. Right now my legs are too tight from not stretching or rolling for a day and I need to rehydrate better. Plus it's raining.
Great stories everyone!