Where’s the peanut butter?!

…from today’s run…

these dudes in trenchcoats and matrix sunglasses could probably hammerlock and break my arms with their pinkies - better give them a little clearance…”do you know who all that security is for?” - “I think it’s part of the mayor’s summit - I think the mayor of New York is there“…these people are way early for their celebrity cruise…cold - so cold…what happened to the russian sub??…this would probably not be a good way to go late at night…”courage my love - will make you bolder” - almost at the turnaround!…still cold - long sleeves next time…hmm - alki would probably make a good long run…ugh, need to remember to watch out for that dryer vent in the future…south, then north - with the wind pattern that’s definitely the way to go…”Well now I’m no hero, that’s understood” - take me home, bruce…10am, here come the tourists with their “seattle” sweatshirts and stocking capped kids near the aquarium - 30 years ago at 2 that was me…one climb back to the sculpture garden - easy, medium or hard? hard…”the highway’s jammed with broken heroes on a last chance power drive”…eagle, red chairs…home…