
I went running this morning. It was my long run today, a week out from the race next weekend. I ran 11 miles today in 1:20:00. A 7:15 pace. Not too bad. I felt good this morning. Everything was working properly. I'm good to go.
It was a mostly uneventful run, except for one little story.
I get to mile 5 or so. Im pacing out pretty well, when out of nowhere a local policeman pulls up from in front of me and rolls down his window. I stop at his car and he proceeds to inform me that someone who had passed me on the road had called in that a suspicious looking person was running along side the road. Ok, so it was 25 degrees this morning. I'm in my running shoes, running pants, running jacket, gloves, stocking hat, and my earphones attached to my iPod. I can tell while im talking to the officer, that he's trying to keep from laughing. Im sure he is probably thinking that the person who called in was a little paranoid, or just not smart at all.
Here is how the conversation went:
Officer: "Hi. So what are you doing? Out jogging?'
Me: "Yes. I have a race next weekend and this is my long run."
Officer: "Oh, ok. What are those on your hands? Gloves?"
Me(looking at my hands): "Yes. They are."
Officer: "Well keep running."
I think...the only way I looked suspicious was that I was a human being running in Kentucky, the land of hot browns and beers.