I play the air drums when I run.
You know … when your body finds a rhythm with your plugged-in music and your arms just start to flail.
Most of my running group knows this and, once again, my sincere apologies to John (broken nose), Jeff (fat lip), Jerry (hyperextended back from sudden ducking), Josephine (inappropriate contact) … and those are just some of the J’s.
On Saturday I scouted Perseverance Trail for the traditional 7:30 a.m. Sunday Geezers run.
I needed no air drum.
Nature provided enough inconsistency to make sure I was in complete disarray.