Observation, February 2005

I put five miles on my running shoes every morning.

Now, I am reasonable: temperatures below 30ºF (okay, 25), excessive ice and lightning send me to the gym. But it’s stuffy, loud, crowded inside. I’m a road warrior. I like it outside.

A woman asked me to copy her letter to the mayor. Her reality included a wheelchair, microwave mind control, Invisible Men and pages of tiny writing pinned to her coat. She asked, “Girl, how do you stay so slim?”

I told her I run.

“Every day?”

I nodded.

Despite her reality, she understood mileage, and exclaimed, “You go, girl!”