I stretched out more today. As a result, and consequently, I was able to run as far as I wanted. Which was 5.45 miles. There were these two crazy looking guys sitting on the tailgate of a pick-up on Pueblo. They saw me coming. One of them stood up, hobbled over to the sidewalk like he was pretty crippled, spun his arm around, pointed his fingers at me, cocked them back, then proceeded to mime that he was shooting me with what I can only assume was a harpoon, and reeling me in. The other crazy guy just laughed and laughed. Do I really like a blubbery whale? Yes. So, five miles later, they were still out there. This time I spun my arm around, pointed my fingers at him, cocked them back, and proceeded to mime that I was harpooning him and reeling him in. Who's crazy now? Huh? Huh? That's what I thought!