I slowed my pace and just trekked ahead paying close attention to my feet as I landed on rocks and sticks along the path. I was pretty much alone in the woods for a while, was passed twice along the course but I passed at least 8 people along the way.
I remember bartending years ago to support myself as I entered the commercial real estate industry. Everyone at the bar called me “Legs”. The nickname was cute in my -20’s and much better than “sticks” which I was teased with back in middle/high school
I had a nice 7:00 am run this morning along S. Pennsylvania Avenue the first block in from the Atlantic. It was about 85 degrees already and after about 5 minutes I was dripping from head to toe. Wow, it felt like I was continuously running through the steam room at Oxford.