This one goes out to you, Mr. Smit. = )

Mr. & Mrs. Smits

I hit the pavement with the intention of running 6 miles today.

Just past 2 miles, I had an unexpected rendezvous with Mr. Smits.

In a field.


I hate that guy.

You can see our meeting spot, just past mile 2.

Needless to say, I cut the run short, and walked the last mile.

At least I’m getting more efficient. The first time we had a date, I had to wash my shoes when I got home.