A sissy runner story

When I am holiday in a place hundreds of miles from where I live I love to push the boundaries. One holiday we were in a remote area of Spain. I ran along a road that was pretty quiet, but not empty. On average I would be passed by 8 cars during a run. Over the course of the holiday most of the reactions were just curious stares, some laughs, two hoots. One car passed me a number of times during the holiday so that we got to recognise each other and we'd share a friendly, amused, wave.