I met Barefoot Ted in Volunteer Park the other day. Apparently he's running 45 miles barefoot around Green Lake for his 45th birthday today. He's like a barefoot jack lalanne.
The next day I discovered my PT Wolf is friends with Ted. Wolf sometimes wears Five Fingers shoes which are for barefoot runners who want protection. They look pretty sweet, I might pick up a pair just so I can enhance my goofball factor a bit.
The reservoir in the middle of Volunteer Park is calling to me. It's all fenced up because America is a bunch of cocks that locks everything and puts fences around everything fun. I've been fantasizing about getting a pair of bolt cutters and breaking in to swim around in it; it's a beautiful huge fresh water pool, it would be so sweet. Obviously I would get arrested, but it would be worth it.
Another act of civil disobedience I've been contemplating lately is painting crosswalks at all the intersections around here. It rankles me deeply the way the cars don't stop for pedestrians here, even on the quiet residential streets. I think it would be a simple pointed statement to go out in the night and paint crosswalks all over.