This is a photo of Anton’s course.
This is a photo of mine.
Can you see the difference?
There it is! He doesn’t have a jaunty hat! Poor guy. I’m all for the minimalist movement, but you have to draw the line somewhere. And that line clearly should be drawn right around the eyebrows. Maybe this can be his next collaboration with New Balance.
My jaunty hat (and Anton’s shoes!) came along for three miles at the park today. A smoking 11:36 average, which is pretty stellar for me lately. Stellar as in “good,” not Stellar as in “Streetcar Named Desire.” There was nothing theatrical about this run.
I credit the faster time to the crunchy peanut butter Clif Bar. Please notice that Gary (maker of Clif) doesn’t even bother with a smooth peanut butter Clif Bar. I believe that settles the discussion. What’s not to trust about a guy named Gary?
I bet Anton wasn’t averaging 11:36 miles on his run. Of course, he’s going up a 30 percent climb at 14,000 feet. There’s always some excuse, isn’t there?
Still silly hot and not much fun. But at least I had a hat. Poor Anton. And he can’t even pronounce his name right …