I was a little over 2 miles into my run today. It was sweltering. I was happy that I was well more than half-way complete. By this point however, what I was doing could hardly be called a “run.” More like a jog. And not a particularly fast one. I could see that the guy sitting at the bus stop I was approaching was zeroed in right on me. He was rather rotund, his belly sticking out from below his t-shirt. He brought a cigarette to his lips and took a long drag. His focus on me told me that something was coming. Was he holding that smoke to blow it at me as I ran by? Some snide remark? I tried to be ready for whatever. As I got within about 5 feet of him, he started to applaud. “Thanks,” I said.
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Just can’t judge a book by its cover. Keep up the good work!