Tempting Gravel

Me: "I'm going for a run."
Mom: "I don't like the idea of you running. They say it's not good for you, too much of a strain on your system."
Me: "Those who live in glass tobacco plantations shouldn't throw Lucky Strikes."
Mom: "I hate menthol."
Me: "Then unless you're going to cowgirl up and lasso me with that there nasal cannula, I'm headed for the wharf."
Mom: "Ok, you win - I don't have enough slack on this thing anyway."

Two and a quarter miles at a sloths pace. But the sun was shining on the water and the huge vulture that was pacing me flew off disappointed when I didn't drop. Win win for first time out in a month.