Adorable
I was riding my bike on the trail near the BART station last week and I passed a 40-ish-looking couple walking in the other direction. As I went by them the woman stopped, focussed on me, and said to her companion, "Isn't she adorable!" One of the few (very few) perks of aging is that a certain segment of the population loves little old ladies. The burly construction guys have stopped whistling, the 30-somethings on the bus don't look up from their devices, but who needs them? Not adorable me. I did a reallllllllly long run/walk this morning. Every time I felt like quitting, I sez to myself, "It's so adorable when old people run. I am so danged adorable." It seemed to help! I went into this run with a lot of trepidation. My right hamstring and my left quad believe in equal-opportunity injuries, with no preference being shown to one leg over the other, so I was nervous they'd both start complaining before I even made it from my door to the e...