Sometimes I encounter strange things while on runs. Often people like to shout things at me out their car windows or beep really loud to scare me. On my last run with my friend from Run Rhody, a group of young men demonstrated their supreme courtship skills and fine wit. Slowing down in their SUV, the driver asked slyly, “Wanna race?” amidst a background of cackles.

But one run in particular stands out. I was running down Ocean Ave in New London when, all of a sudden, a whole baguette dropped down next to me, nearly knocking me in the head. I’m not sure if someone decided to throw this loaf at me or if it fell from a tree. In my opinion, either scenario is equally bizarre.