tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800860881602258808.post6669222668106081421..comments2013-08-23T16:20:51.256-04:00Comments on Running My Mouth: My Weirdest Long Run YetAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15415444867529055869noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800860881602258808.post-49589326455284934892012-08-09T06:15:45.501-04:002012-08-09T06:15:45.501-04:00I saw the same town worker (super small town...we ...I saw the same town worker (super small town...we don't even have a stop light) mowing another road the next day. Resisted all urges to pull over and offer him a bottle of water (I didn't really have any with me). I visualized him looking surprised and relieved and accepting, and me saying, "Oh, well, I don't have any with me, but feel free to go back to my running route and steal the bottle I left at the end of my 8 mile run you jerk!" Surprisingly it made me feel better!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15415444867529055869noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2800860881602258808.post-91101605953028605532012-08-07T22:28:23.793-04:002012-08-07T22:28:23.793-04:00So funny. Who does that? Swinging by from the ho...So funny. Who does that? Swinging by from the hop! Thanks for stopping in today!Mommys Juicehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02365646656127517891noreply@blogger.com