Kevin practically had to drag me out of bed this morning to go running. Remarkably though, once I got out there, I didn’t have a lot of trouble with the actual run (I never even once had to think about my breathing), but I did get bored. Maybe I need a new route. I’m so tired of seeing the same scenery every day. My only excitement is if I meet another runner or a bird flies overhead and poops midflight. No birds this morning, although there was a very funny runner!

He was running in the same direction as I was so I saw him in the distance walking at first, but the closer I got, he kept looking back at me like he was scared that I was chasing him and then he would start running wildly for about a minute before stopping to catch his breath. He kept looking over his shoulder at me and then taking off in a mad, albeit brief, sprint. I eventually caught up with him because of his stop-go method of running, but he looked so nervous about having another runner near him that he actually veered over onto the grass from the 7-foot wide bike path so that I could pass him without actually getting near him. Super weird.

That was the most exciting part of my whole 2.75 miles.

Peace, hump day, and strange runners.