“Ooh… the UPS man just delivered my new CW-X Stabilyx tights from RunningWarehouse. I should test them to make sure I can wear them for my long run this weekend.”

“According to my Google Desktop, it’s still just 67° outside. And it’s lunch hour for all my co-workers in Utah. I’ll take my lunch hour early, go running and then eat at my desk after.”

“Hmm… I have no idea which direction I want to go? Somewhere new… same old thing? Uh… Same old thing I guess.”

“Is this going to be a busy time when passing the school? Will there be school buses and parents picking up kids everywhere? Oh well, too late to change my mind now.”

“Which direction are those dudes in the service truck going? They’re not signaling… are they turning, going straight? I guess I’ll just keep running and hope they weren’t trying to turn left when that crazy running girl cut them off.”

“They were trying to turn left. But it’s there fault they were waiting. Come to think of it, they were staring at me as I approached. I hope they’re not looking at my butt now. That’s just weird.”

“Hey look, another UPS truck. Maybe it’s the same one that came by my house earlier this morning. I wonder how many deliveries they have in each day. Maybe it’s concentrated all in this area for one driver.”

“The UPS driver just made a left turn. I thought they were making their drivers only turn right to save time. Maybe that was FedEx.”

“Come to think of it, how would he have ever gotten into that neighborhood based on the direction he was traveling without making a left turn?”

“It’s warm. I wonder what the temperature is. I bet Google lied to me.”

“I wonder how much stopping at the gate box to enter the code to my neighborhood slows me down. Probably a ton. I bet I would be an ‘elite’ if I didn’t have to stop at the gate box.”

“Okay, I’m totally lying to myself. But at least it’s an entertaining thought.”

“Looks like the recycle man came while I was out. Guess I’ll have to carry the recycle bins back into the garage.”

“Oh, there’s the recycle truck. Maybe he hasn’t hit my side of the neighborhood yet.”

“Why is the recycle guy wearing a giant sweatshirt? Can’t he tell that Google was lying about the temperature?”

“Come to think of it, he wears a giant sweatshirt even in the middle of summer. I wonder why. Maybe it’s to protect himself from the recycling. I’d probably wear a hazmat suit if I had to touch everyone’s garbage.”

“Hmm… Nike+ just told me I have two minutes left to reach my time goal, but I will be at my house in about 30 seconds. Do I just stop early or keep running past and then backtrack?”

“I’ll keep going. This must mean I’m running faster than normal. Should I assume it’s because of the tights or just that I’m awesome?”