Go, you chicken fat, go away!

First run in forever.  Totally ruined by a text message I received while running.  In retrospect, I shouldn't have read it.  Ha!  But I did.  Basically I've been working on this project for the County for a while now.  The reviewer won't approve it no matter what I do.  And I do exactly what he tells me to do!!!!  So I had thoughts of wanting to destroy this man for the rest of my run.  Anyway, it's almost 2pm now, and I got another text that my client went to the supervisor and the supervisor approved the plan.  So now I can concentrate on other things besides kidnap and torture.

My legs have been incredibly sore over the last few days since my last run.  Incredibly, because I only ran 1.45 miles and it was at a 12 min. pace.  How does that happen?  Anyway, today was about 7 seconds faster than last time.  Now my knee hurts.

I took Herbie with me for the first time today.  He did pretty good.  Up until he saw a pitbull and wanted to play.  Now he's playing too rough with Cupid, our pig.

I usually put Emily on the bus and then I go running which is right around 8am.  But last night I "finished" a project, and early this morning I got a text asking for some changes.  So I made the changes and checked some emails, and listened to messages, and then I got another text about some more changes.  I made the changes and finally got out the door at 10:30am.  It was quite warm.  As I made the turn towards the canal I saw four RWCD workers.  Two of them I knew, but the other two were new.  I stopped and talked for a bit.  Somebody had called in a complaint about some vagrants in the area.  They were waiting for the sheriff's deputy to open the gate and let him in.  I ran my loop and as I was coming back they started yelling at me, "Pick it up, Burt!  Pump those arms!!!"  Even though it was a bit condescending, it made me feel good.
 

So I was telling my wife about the vagrants in the area, and she said her friend told her that they had set up a huge white tent.  Curiostiy got the better of me, and I decided to run over by where they had been.  I ran south down the east side of the Floodway.  I could see Rich Porter running on the west side of the Floodway in the opposite direction, but I didn't know it was him at the time.  The coast was clear on the east side, but I saw something on the west side.  A body mabye?  When I got to the west side I ran over to what I spotted earlier.  It was a table cloth.  Weird.  I kept going and saw this tote full of food underneath a tree.  I looked around, but didn't see anybody.  I kept going and saw another tree with shards of toilet paper.  That must be their poop tree.  As I came back out to the main road, I finally saw the vagrant.  Now, who knows, perhaps he's perfectly harmless and just a down on his luck guy with no where to go.  But there's always that element of the unknown.  So I watched him as he crossed the road and I saw Rich running back.  But I still didn't know it was Rich, so I waited just to make sure he/she didn't get attacked.  Sorry Rich for briefly thinking you were a woman.  As I was waiting I realized there was a woman on a bike on the east side of the floodway.  She was yelling for Joe, the vagrant pulling all their belongings in a huge suitcase.  So she probably knew I was watching him inconspicuously.  Oh well.  So when I finally realized it was Rich and that he wasn't in any danger, I waited for him and he ran with me the final quarter of a mile to my house.  The End.

All of the teachers in the state of Arizona are participating in a walk out so they can be paid more money.  #redfored.  So, since my kids didn't have to go to school, I slept in.  I don't know why that makes any sense since I still have to get up to go to work.  Anyway, I didn't get out the door until around 9:30am.  Luckily it wasn't that hot.  I was a little faster today.  Also, I'm on a diet.