Thursday, July 28, 2011

Running in the Park

The park in my new hood is a bustling place full of families, people reading the newspaper, walkers and runners (without being too crowded). Today, as I was running laps there, a little boy pointed at me and said, "that one, that one's my mum." The kindergarten teacher or day care attendant watching him laughed nervously and said, "Is she?"

It provided some welcome comic relief from my run but... why did he think I was his mum? The shorts, shirt and sunglasses?

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