My morning commute is 20 miles long, and I try to leave home between 7:25 and 7:30. I know I'm going to be on time if I pass the Wal-mart at 7:36. Another time cue is The 7:40 Hardcore Running Woman. I wish I had a photo of her, but she runs along a 55 mph highway, against traffic on the gravel just inches from the road, and I feel like I'd be in danger of hitting her. Rain or shine, that woman is running north on Highway 130 (well, except when it's -25 or something; I assume she runs on a treadmill those days). Her face is contorted into that miserable-looking runner's expression, and her hands are a little lower than breast level, semi-floppy (since Jeff asked for clarification, it's the hands that are semi-floppy). The 7:40 Hardcore Running Woman is Asian, of indeterminate age, and in phenomenal shape, but it took me a while before I decided whether she was male or female. Her face and haircut are androgynous, and since she probably has .05% body fat and no breasts or hips, that's confusing too. Honestly, as awful as it sounds, she reminds me of the Vietnam napalm girl more than anything else.