And I use my baby as a dumbbell, thank you

My pace running up the canyon creek path was pretty fast this morning, but I was no match for Anorexic Mom, who charged past me like a stringy superman, her arms out straight shoving along a baby stroller.

As she ran past another older couple, the baby blanket actually flew off and landed in the dirt. The older gentleman component of the couple stopped and picked up the blanket with urgency -- "You lost this," he cried, his legs already moving toward her retreating back.

She turned around, jogging in place, annoyed. "I'll get it on the way down!" She was spitting sinew and swung the carriage back up the path.

He had stretched out the blanket, blue and soft, and drew it back to his chest at her delivery. When I ran past he was still standing there, waiting, his thick dirty fingers rubbing gently at the blanket's corner.