The Longest Mile

My four-day sojourn to SoCal is over, and besides getting further out of shape, I've also picked up a cold. I wonder where that could have happened?

Was it Santa Barbara, with its beautiful beaches and well-dressed college students? Probably not. How about Los Angeles? No, I spent all my time there in my car, sitting in traffic. It's hard to catch a cold when you're entobed in galvanized steel moving at 3 m.p.h. down the 405.

I wonder... Maybe... Could it have been at Disneyland? No... I mean, Disneyland is filled with happy children, wiping their little noses, touching metal railings, getting on and off rides on little boats travelling in greenish-brown water. Then, I touch the same railings and get that water splashed on me before eating a Mickey-shaped waffle. I'm sure Disneyland isn't a gigantic petri dish with little, five-year-old vectors running around. I'm positive.

It's a small world after all and I'm a big target, especially if you're a microbe.

Speaking of circuses, and small worlds, and whatnot, this week's Carnival of The Runners is here. Checkitout, yo.