While on the tractor this morning, moving yesterday’s snow to make room for today’s, I looked up and saw a man on the road, apparently running. I was dressed for what I was doing, wearing triple-insulated coveralls, a sweatshirt and a knit cap. He was in his long-johns. I would have been in a hurry, too, in a blizzard in my underwear.
But why was he out there running to begin with? I don’t get recreational running. I see a lot of people doing it and most of them look pretty miserable, running along the roadside in their underwear, no matter the weather. Maybe they need the exercise but I can’t imagine needing anything so badly that I would put in a couple of miles for it on a day like this. Not even a pack of smokes.
(Unfortunately, I don’t have a picture of a bear. I only have a picture of some bear poop, which I knew would come in handy some time, even though people made fun of me for taking a picture of bear poop.)