Friday, July 2, 2010
Stories from around the neighborhood
I ran 10 miles dragging the tire this morning. As I was running, this guy runs along side me. I stop and he asks me how old I am. I tell him. Then he gives me a card and tells me I should consider joining the Marines. I gratefully took the card. Look at me, feeling all manly!
On another note, all the neighborhood strays have taken to following me around on my runs. They go about 4 miles with me in the heat of the day, and then drop out. But I appreciate their support! BARK!