THAT SAYS RUNNING
Speaking of, the clouds / torrential and depressing rain finally parted today, and I hit the road with my shades, shoes and stupidly thuggish playlist to try my hand at running through Russia. Apparently, I now write for a Glamour blog, or something. I promise I’ll never say ‘hit the road with my shades’ ever. again. Doc! I’d read that I would be gawked at, which I was, like um – what are you running from? But once I got over that, it was pretty okay. There was really no where to run except a few loops through parking lots:
And occasionally, a nice stretch of park:
Okay yes, I was technically taking pictures on this ‘run.’ But it still counts, or at least combats these guys.
Take THAT, fried zucchini’s.