Go, you chicken fat, go away!

First of all, Merry Christmas to everyone who reads this blog.  Which is about two people per week, if I'm lucky.  Second, it's not even close to being cold.  Is it really Christmas?

I ran two loops today.  When I turned the corner on to Adobe, I saw a young kid turning on to the Floodway path.  He looked like he was moving pretty fast.  I was looking for him when I got to the Floodway, but I couldn't see him.  But out of the corner of my eye I saw some teenage boys hanging out under the culvert bridge of the Floodway.  I thought they looked suspicious, so I kept turning around so that they would know I was on to them.  It felt like I was running super slow.  I guess I was, but not as slow as I thought I was.  I had turned around and moved over to the RWCD road and was looking for those teenage boys again, but they were no where to be found.  I wonder if they were tagging the culvert.  I haven't really paid attention to the spray paint so I wasn't sure if it was new or not.  I continued south down the RWCD road and saw this couple that I had seen earlier on Adobe.  They were walking their dog and the man had on Jack Skellington pj bottoms.  I told him I liked his Christmas pants.  At University I turned and headed north back up the Floodway path.  I saw an old cheerful man carrying a pack over his shoulder.  He told me Merry Christmas.  If it was Santa, he shaved his beard off.  Then I saw a lady walking her dalmation in the bottom of the Floodway.  I said Merry Christmas to her, but wasn't sure if she heard me.  She did and said thank you.  Then I decided to go down to the culvert so that I could see if the paint was fresh.  It looked kinda new.  I ran my finger across it and it smudged a little.  Then I sniffed it, but couldn't smell anything.  I then went to the other side of the road because that's where I saw the boys.  I did the same thing over there.  There was no conclusive evidence that they had spray painted the graffiti on the culvert.