I was coming back from Trader Joe's yesterday along the long hill on Virginia Avenue when I saw some dude turn and go up the hill about 100 feet in front of me.
Was about 20-something, wearing shorts and a T-shirt and some sort of wool cap.
He had a pretty good pace up to the top of the hill so I didn't think I could catch him.
But when he started to go down the slight hill near the N. Highland intersection, he was gassed. At my trotting pace there was no way I wasn't going to pass him.
So I did. And then I turned it on up the incline to N. Highland.
Of course, I was about to die when I turned to go to my apartment, but at least I stuck to my theory of if you pass someone, have enough in you to defend it.
64 degrees, SST, shorts.
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