A few days ago, I posted a picture of my “morning running buddy” — the blue-nosed pit who guards a car lot at the corner of Remsen and Kings Highway. Right across Remsen is another lot, and my “evening running buddy” — a German Shepherd who guards another car lot. Because of the way I hit the lights at the intersection, I’m always on the south-side with the blue-nose on the way to work, and on the north-side with the shepherd on the way home.
A mile or so later, I was running up Buffalo Avenue, where it bisects Arthur Somers Park by Eastern Parkway. A guy walking his dog stopped, stared at me, and shouted: “Hey!” I stopped.
“Yo! Didn’t I see you running this morning?”
“And you’re still running?”
“I ran to work, and now I’m running home.”
“Oh. For a second I thought you’d been running the whole time!”
I didn’t tell him that that, instead of being an impossible misunderstanding of my commute, a 12 hour run was, in fact, one of my fantasies. I just smiled, laughed, and went back to running home.