This evening, on my 3 miler, I passed:
He left for his run about 15 minutes before I left for mine, and we passed when I was about a half mile into the beginning of my run. I imagined that he had thought to himself: "There's a smokin' hot preggo! Damn, I'm glad she's my beautiful wife." But when I got home and asked him what he thought when he saw me, he admitted: "I didn't even know it was you until you were right in front of me."
A Former Student
She was a student of mine about a year ago. No wait, maybe two years ago. She took two separate classes with me, and I know she lives nearby and I occasionally see her running the same 3 mile loop that is now my regular route. I have no clue what she might have thought when I passed her tonight. She smiled and waved at me though.
A Group of Teenage Boys
There were four of them on the corner, standing around, doing what most teens are doing: Absolutely nothing. They were blocking the sidewalk, but I didn't hesitate: I just ran right between them. One of them whistled at me, and I just smiled at myself because I know that even at 6 months pregnant, I could outrun any one of them in a footrace. Because I kick ass.