Root root root for the home team

Nothing terribly exciting to report this week. I missed my run on Wednesday because my blisters hurt, and I wanted to give them a break (good one, huh?). Also, it was raining pretty heavy (not bad, not bad). So I am trying to catch up a little at the end of the week here, and I think I'll still get my miles for the week in, and not overdo it.

I am not the kind of person that puts a lot of value on what other people think of me, although I do try to stay under the radar and not draw attention. Tonight I drove down to the local ballfield and parked the truck and started my run. I was wearing black wind pants and a blaze orange under armour tee shirt. Not a big deal and not terribly conspicuous. Or so I thought. While I was out on my run, apparently the local midget football (is it still ok to call it that?) team showed up for practice. Their uniforms are black pants and orange shirts. I'm sure nobody noticed me (yeah, right) covered in sweat and ducking into the truck as quickly as I could to get out of there. I felt like a big dorky male cheerleader (not that there's anything wrong with that), or maybe an overzealous fan. Now I know how women feel when they show up to a party and see someone else wearing the same dress. Go Leopards!