Did you know I have an audience when I go for a run?
The neighbors' cows. Lately, they've gotten brave enough to come right up to the fence and stare. I imagine my presence irritates them. And/or arouses their curiousity. When several of them line up at the fence, I imagine they're saying (or, mooing?) "Godspeed, Bekka."
My mind wanders to strange and wonderful places when I run.