celeb sighting of sorts

I was running South on the lake path this evening, about halfway through a 14-miler when the episode in question occured.

As anybody reading this probably knows, I had a terrible summer runningwise. But this particular run was really enjoyable for change. I was humming along at maybe 6.50 pace when, just south of Addison I suddenly heard a pair of very light feet scrunching the gravel behind me.

I looked over my left shoulder in time to see a lanky, blond-haired lad with no shoulders to speak of glide by me. I figure he was running at about 5.10 pace.

Now, when I'm in shape I can run that fast for a little while. But I assume I look kind of ridiculous doing it. Whereas this kid was positively floating; clearly he was a pro.

'Evening,' I said.

'Hey,' he replied.

Then! A flash of recognition.

'Hey are you Ryan Hall?'

'Nope,' he was lying and I knew it.

I pondered his response for a beat and shouted after him, 'Buuuuulshit.'

Then I laughed, 'Lying: That's not too Godlike HALL.'

But he had disappeared into the night. I picked it up a little bit.