This hasn't been the case for the past couple years as I was having a difficult time breathing and was subsequently diagnosed with asthma.
But recently I've been feeling...better. Hence I've donned my trusty Asics and have been hitting the trails.
Er, trail.
I have one trail that I've been using the majority of my life. It starts out at the regional park behind my house and leads into the reserve, which, from what I've been able to gather from various folks, branches all the way out into Mount Diablo and beyond--not that I'd ever have the courage (or stamina) to endure such a run.
But the hilly intro section of the trail today wasn't especially inviting. It didn't take me long to find the owners of the huge piles of doo mucking the place. One was chewing a cud of weed and staring at me like I was a Bond villain. And then a few of his cowmigos were likewise staring me down. I know teenagers cowtip, but I wondered if cows ever humantip?
As soon as this thought entered my mind, I decided today might be a good day to take the paved urban route past the local Starbucks...
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