"Hey, good morning, dear neighbor! … Thank you, I’m fine. I just can’t handle going up the stairs yet. Fartlek, you know. … Oh, no, no, that’s not a disease. … Why I’m taking pictures of myself, you ask — Umm…"
It was worth the awkwardness, some of my favorite post-run pictures ever. I’ve even got a halo of no-sweat, reflective stitching, salt? The hotness, I’ll have to fend off suitors with a stick.