Last night coming home from work I decided to stop off at the Fleet Feet around the corner from my place to pick up some body glide to protect my poor nipples from my marathon aspirations. When I went into the store and they told me they didn’t close until eight I decided it was a good a time as ever to pick buy a new pair of running shoes like I’ve been talking about for the last four months. I’ve never actually really gone and gotten fitted for running shoes other then a clerk handing me a pair of shoes I liked in the size I requested so this time they sat me down and went through the whole shpeal. Then I tried on probably eight or nine pairs of shoes to get the pair that fit me just right. Oh, and I rolled up the legs on my khakis and went for a few quick “jogs” out on the sidewalk of Columbia Road while people looked at me funny.
At one point when I came back into the store a couple of young boys had come in and were obviously well known by the staff. I sat down and tried on another pair of shoes and when I stood up and turned around Mr. Fenty was standing in the doorway of the store. Apparently his mother is the owner and those were his little kids running around on their Halloween sugar highs. Now I’m not one to gush over people with “celebrity status” or anything, I would usually just try to act like they are just some regular person but I guess I was a bit shocked to see him there last night. At one point while I watched him attempting to control his kids he looked up with a bit of an exasperated look on his face and I said, “pretty soon you’ll be running a city and trying to control them too”. He gave me a funny look and laughed.
I’m a dork.
My shoes are great though so far. I got up this morning (extremely hung over of course from the Halloween festivities from the night before) and ran in to work since I’d left my bike there the night before. It was a pretty reasonable run despite the hang over factor. A nice 3.5 mile run in the morning is just about right for where I should be in my marathon training program so I’ll probably start doing that more often. The only bad thing was that my soap kept bouncing around in its soap box in my backpack. That was a little annoying.
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That beats the time I met Mayor Williams while high and he asked me what I thought about a certain policy of his I had never heard of before. I said, "Just keep doing what you're doing."
Haha! You win!
Correction: BOTH of Fenty's parents own Fleet Feet. They were orginally in a spot across the street in a building which has since been torn down and replaced by the building which houses "Design Within Reach."
If you had been paying attention, you would have seen Adrian there a lot. Oh, BTW, if you look on the back of every sign in the Adams Morgan Historic Trail, you will see the name "Jan Fenty"--Adrian's mama. She was on the HT committee from the beginning.
Thanks for the correction and additional info. It's niceto see the personal connection of our future governor to the community. If only the rest of the country's politics could be so connected.
Funny post.
I too am a dork. I once stepped on the back of Mayor Williams shoe in Whole Food and gave him a flat tire. Dang!
Now the real question is are there any good stories from his childhood you could share?
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