To begin with, it was not a blister on the bottom of my foot, it was a sliver. Apparently I cannot tell the difference without closer examination. In my defense, it started hurting after a run, not after I had been walking around barefoot or at work. Metal splinters are an occupational hazard at my place of employment, and, yes, they can find their way into one’s shoes. But I discovered the splinter this morning, and my purpose now is to write more about yesterday’s run.
Regular readers know I am a friendly sort, and I love to call out greetings to passers-by. In pre-Covid times, I would stop and pet dogs, but now I am more aware of social distances.
As I ran by the apartment building at the end of my street, I called hello to a couple sitting outside, and they returned the greeting. As I ran by Trinity Lutheran Church, I saw a lady I knew. She called out encouragement and I thanked her. After that, I saw few people till I encountered a little girl riding a bike in the residential area behind Valley Health. I made my usual joke.
“That’s what I need! A set of wheels!”
She smiled politely, humoring the crazy old lady.
Going up the long hill, a pick-up truck passed me and pulled into a driveway. A young man was getting out as I reached it.
“I almost jumped into the back of that truck!” I yelled. He laughed.
As I mentioned yesterday, it was not as difficult getting to the top of the hill as in previous runs. Dare I hope I am getting into shape (I mean a shape other than round and puffy)? Just after I crested the hill, I saw a lady sitting on her front stoop with a stroller next to her. A very cute dog started barking at me from the stroller.
“Oh, lady,” I said, “Would you push me home in that stroller?”
She laughed, and the dog continued to bark. Yes, it is Comedy on the Run by Mohawk Valley Girl. Hey, that is not a bad title. Or do I flatter myself?
Mohawk Valley Girl 