Between the blue skies, blue shirt, and blue pants, Scotty practically blends in with the park equipment.
(East Coast/Midwest friends, please don't kill me. I know, it really is warm enough out here for short sleeves. And that blue sky is only made better by a giant, glowing orb we like to call the sun. It's fabulous, really, and yes, it's January.)
Think of this as the epilogue to Bridget Jones' story. Well, mostly. Bridget marries the handsome lawyer, starts a blog while on bedrest, and decides marathon running sounds like fun. Hilarity ensues.