I went down to the lakefront today to go running. It was an absolutely gorgeous day. I wish I had taken my camera to share it with you... but then again... it's a pain to go running with a camera. The sky was perfectly blue, as was the lake. There was a slight breeze blowing, and many people out flying kites. Of course there were lots of bikers, and runners, and walkers, and roller bladers, and others enjoying the day.

As I was circling around the war memorial (the halfway point of my run)... I spotted a guy sitting on the grass on a blanket. His hair was totally wigged out, wearing a denim jacket. Suddenly he got off the blanket and pulled it over his head. As I was running past him... I heard the distinctive clicking noise of a lighter. Did he honestly think that being covered by a blanket on a warm sunny day was less conspicuous than smoking a joint... which most people would probably mistake for a cigarette? I realize that pot smokers aren't exactly the smartest folks around, but still. Not only that... but the lakefront was covered with cops. There were several county sheriffs patrols around, and a couple of city cops on bikes.

All in all... it was a good run... and funny to boot. Well... that an I got cat called by some chicks in a car driving by. I still have a hard time thinking that hot chicks might want to whistle at me now.