Yankee Doodle Park:
A never-finished street that is now a greenbelt/bike path:
Along an irrigation ditch near a golf course:
That last one got me a face full of gnats.
I was running relaxed until a couple of high school girls started to close on me, and I can't have that, so I put the hammer down and disappeared. And by "hammer" I mean a "blazing" 8:00 pace. Eat my dust, chicas.
