It's my first week in the wild and thrilling metropolis of Clovis, New Mexico. Mind you, Eastern New Mexico doesn't quite display the visual grandeur of Western or North Central New Mexico and I'm pretty sure the people are a bit more wind-blown and eroded (if you will?), but I find it kind of nice.
This morning I was out for an easy yog and am pretty sure I found the world headquarters for the speed walking brigade. Visors with spiky pony tails, oversized T-shirts, stark white sneakers and ankle socks. Yes please. I felt a little out of place in my tank top, running shorts and aviators . . . should I have gone for the visor instead? I'm thinking yes. Tomorrow could be my day. Although . . . it might be advisable for the sake of my social rapport to ease into such things. First, I'll start off with a few cheery "Good Morning!"-s (which I've already started), then I might move into the question stage: "Excuse me, could you tell me how to get back onto Fairway Terrace?" (knowing full-well where Fairway is), then a very polite "Thank you, I really appreciate it . . . my name is . . . I just moved here from Denver . . ." and let the magic begin.
More to come.
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