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.