A jogger

Today while I was walking along a path at a Philadelphia park, I passed a man jogging with his dog going the opposite direction of me. He looked at the shirt I was wearing, which is the one I received the day of the Crescent City Classic 10K race, which I had walked. He asked if I had participated this year there, and I said "yes." He excitedly started telling me about how he had been down there, in New Orleans and had not planned to run because he had not known anything about the race, but saw people setting up for the race the day before and was able to register at the last minute. The whole time he is telling me this he is running in place to maintain his work out while his dog looked all around. It seemed random to run into someone in the park in Philly who had probably run by me in New Orleans a few months earlier.