Well, this was a first.

I was out on a 6 mile run along the west side of Lake Union this morning, and two cops on their motorcycles were trying to catch speeding drivers on Westlake Avenue.  As I ran closer, one of them aimed his radar gun at me and yelled “slow down there, speedster—speed limit’s 30!”

Right. If I was running that fast, I’d be Usain Bolt.  And then some.

Regardless, it made me laugh and before that moment, I was having one of those ‘just get this over and done with’ runs.  I started to enjoy it a little more the last 4 miles.

They didn’t clock me when I ran back by on the return trip, but I’m pretty sure I would’ve gotten pulled over if they had been