How lucky are we to head out for a run on our own early in the morning on a weekend only to find ourselves among friends. Our run may start out solo. Birds chirping, waves lapping the shoreline of Lake Mendota and the rhythm of our feet. Soon a fellow runner passes, then another and another...
It's a pretty cool secret club we're all part of. We don't have to say anything other than "hi" and smile. Instinctively we know that in a few miles or a few hours later, we'll see those same pairs of running shoes- feet up on a chair enjoying summer at the Terrace!
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