I was passed in two interesting ways this week. Today I dropped off the Xtracycle so’s a group could use the blender. On my way through the quad, I was rolling slowly ’cause, well, it’s the quad and even though hardly anybody was there if I’m on a sidewalk I try to make like a pedestrian.
The runner who blew by me as if I were standing still — and didn’t look like he was sprinting — confirmed that I was doing a good job. Either he’s a good actor (hey, when I pass people, I try too look like I’m not working hard) or I expect he’ll do well in the marathon.
On the other hand, the driver who passed me going through the underpass near the bus & train terminal — by going to the left lane, on the other side of the concrete stakes — didn’t make me smile.
I’m tired — and I happen to know it’s because I’m not getting enough exercise. However, when I got on the trainer last night, it fell over. Haven’t assessed damage yet…