I got out last night in a cold, intermittant rain, for a 30-minute run. It wasn't a heavy, steady soaking rain, so I guess it was just enough to thin the running and cycling hordes and foster a sense of camaraderie among the runners who still got out, like we were tough guys. That's how I felt, anyway, and I acknowledged each of my comrades with a slight fist-pump. This being New York, this call for help went largely unanswered.
Thursday, December 3, 2009
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whatever you do, don't make eye contact! nice job.
The image of you "sharing" false-camaraderie makes me chuckle. Good post, tough guy.
Well, you put yourself out there and see what comes back at you, right?
It's the friendliness factor of runners. some are many aren't. I don't get it. I wave to everybody, even people across the street... I think only jerks don't acknowledge the shared experience of running. way to work to foster community.
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