Sign that you haven’t full recovered from the vermin:
I’m running the neighborhood loop, pacing myself behind a female runner who is about 100 yards ahead of me. All is well.
Then she disappears. As in, vanishes. Middle of the street. I seriously looked for an open manhole cover.
Could this be the same runner/seagull who appeared on the track recently? Spooky. Or maybe Nyquil in my water bottle for the run isn’t such a great idea after all …