OK, so… naked running.
Apparently, this means running without GPS, music, or any other tech.
I really wish I knew that an hour ago...
Now I’m in the back of a cop car on my way to the station.
Last night I ordered a drink with dinner, and to my surprise, the waiter asked for my ID.
Slightly flattered, I smiled and asked, “Do I really look that young?”
He replied, “No, I just wanted to see if you qualified for the senior citizen discount.”
Not much to see really just out for a gentle bimble as my grey mates were all weary of the weather so I went out for a mooch on my own. Did 40 miles down to Gorran to take some practice shots for BOM.