Friendly running

To wave or not to wave? Or to smile or not to smile? Those are the questions I am pondering today. More on that story later.

Yesterday I went to Bletchley Park for the day (where all the code-breaking for WW2 took place- like the film Enigma). It was really interesting; the buildings are in lovely grounds and there is a lot to see. We went on a guided tour (along with 30 or 40 others- it was busy) which went all around and lasted nearly 1.5 hours. It was super hot there though, as none of the buildings had air conditioning, or even big windows, and lots of them had the machines running which added to the heat. It was so interesting to see though, and the volunteer who did the tour had a lot of interesting points to make.

When we got home I decided on a short run. I have my race for life on Sunday so didn’t want to go out Saturday as I want to give my legs a rest. It was so hot, and although most of my run was in the shade the last part was in the sun so cue a red face for me when I got home. We were seeing friends later so as a last push for sponsorship I made them some peanut chocolate cookies (I added cocoa powder instead of some of the flour to make them super chocolaty).

But on my run there is a bit where I run out for a mile, turn around and come back. On my way out I passed a man running in the other direction, so I smiled at him (I like to be friendly and so normally smile or nod or something) but he gave me a funny look. Oh well I thought, never mind. But then on my way back I passed him again (he was doing the opposite of me and had turned around at the other end) and again I smiled at him and again he gave me a weird look as if to say “what are you smiling at?”. Honestly. It’s not like I run along with a manic grin on my face, but I do like to be friendly. I do find that I get more smiles during rubbish weather (more of a “what are we doing running in weather like this eh?”), and normally girls smile more at me (maybe us girls are a friendly bunch). Anyway, I will continue to smile at people I pass in the street.

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