I run on the world’s most dangerous course. It’s a 1.5 mile loop by the bay. And this is the starting line.
Thirty-five gulls and a pigeon.
Running here, you quickly learn always to wear a baseball cap.
And never, ever, ever look up when you hear a flapping noise.
But I dodged the, er, bullet today. Good run. Fastest time of the week, and made it up the hill without walking both times, more clinical evidence the no-hooch experiment is working. And a hard day at work yesterday didn’t end in my demise, so maybe going hoochless won’t kill me after all.
Which makes me wish I hadn’t ordered the Butler Monkey from Sharper Image when I thought I might as well run up my Visa card.
Second run in the mt1210s and I’m still loving them. Extra cushion definitely helps on the sidewalk. Left big toe still isn’t quite sure, but I think I can just sandpaper him down if need be.
OK, off for my Friday night beer. Yo, Butler Monkey …