My day blew up so I missed the chance to do a decent run. So, I took a walk.
5 miles.
I don't run on concrete or asphalt unless I'm being chased or have a race number on. Today saw me with neither. I didn't have time to get to the park so I headed out the door. The strips of earth between sidewalk and roadway are veritable treasure troves of weirdness. Some examples:
I counted no less than four condoms. Seriously, how did those get there?
A complete Betty Crocker cookbook.
Numerous articles of clothing including a pair of boxers, flipflops, and 1/2 of a pink bra.
A set of handlebars from a bicycle. Not aero enough to take home.
Good stuff...,
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