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The thing about day drinking is you hope you don’t run into anyone you know. That Shoes and Brews also has a retail outlet where they sell running gear, lends plausible deniability as to one’s motives for attending the establishment. That she was exiting the bar door as I was entering the bar entrance erodes some of that delusional story. I’m certain Beth and Ken were Christmas shopping for local crafts. Chris and I were there for local crafts as well, which we found in ample supply at the bar.
Running sweats are never out-of-fashion at Shoes and Brews, so I was in a safe place wearing my daily uniform. The barmaid wasn’t impressed by Chris’s stash of free drink coupons. Hope we tipped well enough. I know we brightened up the barstool with our clever banter. At least, that’s how I felt after a local craft brew I can’t recall, followed by a Weldworks Upward Spiral west coast IPA at 6.6% ABV.
Chris and I spread Christmas cheer throughout the bar/runners shoe store for a couple of pints. We’ll meet up again for classic cocktails at the Stockerts in the evening.
A Runner's Story 
What I like best is that I’m sure you wrote this immediately after returning home from the “running store” (nudge, nudge; wink, wink) and you did not misspell a single word.
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You know me well. What you don’t know is that Beth gave me a hard time about blogging less recently. So I demanded the photo then and there, suggesting all I needed was some good content, like a pic with her.
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Your comment years ago that “once you start blogging, life becomes a constant search for content” has guided my every action. Simple yet profound. I think I can write something about that, but I’m going to need a picture.
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Gripping- you held me with every word.
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