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Today was lovely. I went for a brief (slow and doubtless unsightly) jog through the park near my house. Bright sunlight and the necessity of dodging puddles made for a good time. Even the giant sidewalk-encompassing puddle that I tried to avoid by stepping carefully through the solid-looking grass to the side. Two steps along I was startled by a sudden SQUELCH. Surprised, I yelped out a "Shoot!" and luckily nothing more inappropriate; I was just passing an older woman out for a nice stroll, and she burst out laughing at me. I didn't mind terribly, especially since my feet miraculously stayed dry--it's much easier to be laughed at when one's feet are comfortably dry. I'm afraid I'll be needing new sneakers soon though, especially if I insist on squishing through muddy sides of walks.