Next week's run will be to somewhere in Highland Park, starting at Enrico's Tazza D'Oro on Highland Ave. Once again we can hope that
Joanne will appear and take us around, but there was also talk of
recreating that fabled run through Morningside, during which an
unknown man got out of a car and accompanied us for a good while,
barefoot? shirtless? naked? (thus are legends born.)
Our Mother's Day run consisted of a smallish but lively group -
anyone who wasn't doing the Race for the Cure or being served
breakfast in bed, I guess - and we created such a circuitous route
around the Chatham campus that it must look like a corkscrew on
MapMyRun. We visited two costumed lawn duck ornaments, but
strangely saw no wild turkeys. Endorsements from coffee chat were:
podcasts in general and the Stitcher radio app, multicultural/international romance, and the
amazing bravery and composure of Aimee when she broke her wrist on
that other fabled run on sheer ice. RG history lives!
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