On my way to work this morning, I was half reading the paper (read: not paying attention), half walking down 9th street, when two runners, obviously at the end of their workout, FLEW past me. I wonder if they were like, "Okay, home stretch, time to sprint. Hey! Let's try to knock over that girl with the wake of wind from our amazing sprint!" They were like stealth sprinters - I never heard them coming. They definitely scared me enough to stop me in my tracks. Nicely done, stealth sprinters. Nicely done.
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