Strangers in random places recognize me as a runner. I'm over the moon!
My legs... They are revealing...
I was just going through security at John Wayne Airport in Orange County in California, and the lady who checked my ID asked me if I was a runner. “Yes,” I replied with a big grin. There was a line behind me, but she still managed to ask me a couple of questions, even though I was moving away from her towards the security conveyor.
“Are those Saucony sho…