I get jogging in the street. There’s something limiting about the sidewalk, and it can be bumpy because of tree roots that get under there.
I often hit the street in my neighborhood where cars are few and far between, and when there is a car, I can hop up on that sidewalk and keep my amazing pace.
And, because my work brings me all over town, I see a guy jogging on Fontaine Road, near the Chevy Chase end (in that, what, 5 millimeter jogging lane?), cars swooshing by.
There’s another guy whose loop brings him into the street in the old part of Chinoe Road. And I think: “Really, with that sidewalk right there?” He’s intently into the jog, too; looks like The Marathon Man.
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I once yelled to him: “Sidewalk!” He had the strength only to wave with one finger, but I think he got what I was trying to say. Another time, I yelled, in a jovial sort of way, “Nice knowin’ ya!” He waved again.
Seems like a nice guy.