“Want some of my muscles?”
That’s what the elder man with crutches said when I passed him on my mini run (warm-up, 15 minutes marathon pace, cool down) today. I take it that I now have the physique of an east African elite distance runner (think Gebrselassie), so people want to feed me (or give me some of their muscles).
Or he was just crazy.
Or he said something else.
Oh, and there was a guy asking for change when I ran past. I usually just say “no”, but this one earned a “Now!?” I think, my outfit has space for about one coin, and it was taken by the key to my apartment.
Yay, adventures in training! Race week! Four days until New York marathon! I’m flying tomorrow. Can’t wait!
