Another day...another stupendously long walk, the purpose for which barely qualifies as "running errands"...or to be precise, a 9 mile round trip to pick up a Chelsea scarf for Mr. Heb.

As we walked (and walked...and walked) we were passed by the occasional jogger and I couldn't help but wonder who was going to cover more distance...the tortoise (aka the Hebs)...or the hare (aka the runners)...and, subsequently, to wonder if all those sweatpants...shorts...and other jogging ephemera are completely necessary...