Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Today was kind of a weird day.  My legs are more sore than they have been in quite some time.  I guess that means I'm getting out of my comfort zone.  I normally have cub scouts today in the afternoon, so I was texting the parents of my scouts to see who would be able to make it today.  There's only two boys left.  Well, three, but one is real sickly and hasn't been able to come yet.  Another turns 9 this month and he earned his Wolf ages ago.  The other is the son of our former Bishop who reminded me that our current Bishop asked that there be no activities during Fall Break.  Well, both sets of parents were texting me back early in on my run and since my legs were sore, I stopped to read and respond to them.  While I was texting Bishop back I realized that standing across the other side of the Floodway was a man dressed in all red.  I was literally pointing right at him so that he might have thought I was taking his picture or something.  I finished my texts and looked back over and couldn't see him.  I started running again and went to the other side.  I still couldn't see him anywhere and I started imagining that he had crossed over the Floodway to find out why I was taking pictures of him.  I finally saw him about 200 feet south of where he was when I originally saw him.  There was a bike laying down where I had seen him.  I kept running 'til I got to him and saw that he was carrying a medium sized stone in his hand.  Did he want to bash me over the head?  He looked dirty, like maybe a vagabond.  We told each other good morning.  I kept going towards Adobe and I saw this older couple walking up the road.  I contemplated telling them to be on guard, but I didn't.  Instead I stopped at Adobe and watched to make sure they passed him safely. 

That was the half way point and my legs were feeling better so I kept going.  I ran down to University, left the RWCD road and went back to the Floodway path.  It's been a few days since I've been around here and I hadn't seen Jeff since the last time.  I could see his stuff from the RWCD road so I knew he was there.  When I got close I saw what looked like a clump of clothes.  But that's weird because he only has one outfit.  Then I realized it was him lying down with his jacket over his head.  I stopped to see if there was any movement.  I couldn't see any, but he's a sound sleeper.  Still, I guess he could have been dead.  I thought about calling for him, but didn't want to wake him.  So I started running again, but shortly thereafter I stopped again because there were all these tents set up behind some bushes on the other side of the path.  There was a bicycle and some other stuff.  I couldn't see anyone, but my imagination once again started to create a scenario that the red outfit guy and his crew set up camp here, murdered Jeff, and pulled his coat over his head.