In a town where you need to go and get the mail to "see and be seen", going out to the Highway for a run is kind of a social event.
But not really. I was originally just going to run one mile, but saw not one car on the highway, so I kept running, hoping to see Justin Timberlake drive by, but it didn't happen.
In the end, I ran 2.5 miles. Alone. Somebody honked. Turns out it was the cook at work. I'll call that a limited success.