Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I wanted a mid distance run today, but I was limited on time.  So I did a run that I haven't done before even though I've done it a million times.  I ran up the Floodway to Greenfield Road.  Usually I cross the road and keep going.  But today I turned around and ran down the other side of the RWCD Canal, all the way to Main Street, and then back home.  I felt nice and comfortable the whole way despite eating some goodies last night, and my pace was well below 10 min/mile.  When I first got on the Floodway path, I could see a woman up ahead.  I assumed it was a woman because of the skirt.  As I got closer I started to question (short hair and baseball cap), but it was indeed a woman.  It took me a while to catch her though because she was walking along at a pretty nice clip.  She turned around at Brown Road and walked down the RWCD road.  It's probably about 0.4 miles from Brown Road to Greenfield, so by the time I got back to Brown Road she was way ahead of me.  It was a beautiful day out and there were a lot of people out walking.  I saw this guy on the other side of the RWCD Canal.  It looked like he was wearing an old Ragnar shirt.  The closer I got, the more I was convinced that is what it was.  He ended up saying good morning to me, and I asked him if he was wearing a Ragnar shirt.  He looked down at it, and said, "Yeah it is.  But it's a really old one.  Like 10 years ago."  I said, "I know.  I have that same shirt." 

I crossed Adobe and wondered if I would be able to catch the skirt lady.  She looked like she was too far ahead.  I was making some ground on her, but she got to University before me.  I saw her turn east and thought she might live in one of the 55+ communities and that would be the last time I saw her.  But she moved over from the Canal road to the Floodway path.  I got to Main Street and started heading back north.  When I passed her I said, "You sure are walking fast!"  I don't know if she recognized me from before, so she probably thought I was being condescending.  Right after that I saw this lady with a dog.  I don't think the dog was leashed, but when she saw me she leashed him.  As I approached her she said, "I should just give you the leash and let him run with you."  I said, "Sounds like my dog except my dog stops on a dime every 10 seconds."  Then she said, "Would it bother you if I let him off his leash?  He's not a biter."  I said, "I don't mind.  I'm not afraid of dogs."  So she let him off, and he started galloping toward me.  He got about 5 feet in front of me and stopped.  He just wanted to beat me.  I said, "You win!"