Funny little story.

I was running yesterday at the new ETSU half-mile track (around the new soccer fields). I was on the last stretch of the 2 miles and I was feeling ok, but it was HOT outside. This guy was on one of those ginormous field mower things and was right next to the path as I was coming by. He looked at me and smiled so I smiled back, trying not to make eye contact (something that was ingrained in me during our London trip, it's a long story). I guess my smile wasn't too convincing, because he laughed and said, "Get cha some water, mama!" I just kept running.

I don't think I have ever been called "mama" before. It was strange.