For the last couple of months, I’ve been walking at least 6 miles every day. When going east, I pass Altura Park and almost always see a woman runner. She moves around the park like a machine with a quick and steady pace. On Saturday my wife was walking with me, I told her all about the woman runner, but when we got to the park, she wasn’t running that day. My wife teased me, called her a figment of my imagination, and asked if I had a photo to prove her existence. I didn’t! My picture for 05/19 is that woman runner.
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