2 letters inspired by tonight’s run:

Dear Dog Owners,

Specifically dog owners in Lexington, in Hamburg. On Princess Doreen.

I understand poo is gross. I understand that you don’t want to pick it up.

But please do.

Especially on the sidewalk.

It’s hazardous to runners. Night runners. Where trees create shade from the streetlamps.

So I was running along. Really running nicely. I’d been up a few hard hills. I wasn’t going for time or mileage, I was just running to run. I’d hit my zone.

And then I almost took my first spill. Totally broke my stride. Think I tweeked my knee. And I have a stinky shoe.

Not classy, dog person. Not classy at all.

~A Concerned Neighbor

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Dear Dave Matthews Band,

I love you.

For my run tonight, I listened to a bootleg copy of a show from Rupp Arena in November 1998. 33 minutes? Last Stop, Lie In Our Graves, first verse of Crash. For someone who keeps track of time based on song, you made tonight’s run beautiful.

And thanks for Big Whiskey. Totally redeemed yourself.

And for being on Austin City Limits this week. Gives me something to look forward to after I do Jillian’s Shred and shower and such.

Oh, and that show I listened to tonight? I was there. And the night of the show was the night I decided that my husband and I should go out. It may have taken me 6 months to work up the courage to do something about it, but that night changed my life. I will always be thankful for that.

~kcb