Today was suppose to be an easy recovery day...but then miles 2 and 3 happened. It all began when I saw a runner in the distance. As I got closer, I realized my pace was faster and as I passed her I gave the curtious, "Good Morning" wave and kept running. She gave a loud grunt and picked up her pace to match mine. Then, as we were turning into a neighborhood, she cut across someone's lawn and got ahead of me. Really? Did she just take a short cut to get ahead of me? Well, I caught back up with her and she grunted (again). I had a big smile on my face because I thought the whole situation was quite humorous. We started climbing a hill and she again picked up the pace (6:30 going uphill...dang it...there went my easy recovery day). I said, "Wow, we are going fast". She didn't respond. After another quarter mile she turned off a side street and I continued up the hill. I waved goodbye and I'm pretty sure she gave me a "one fingered wave" goodbye. I laughed outloud because I thought the whole situation was hilarious. 6.3 miles at 6:55 AP.
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