Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Finally I get to put these shoes to rest.  I should've stopped wearing them 300 miles ago.  Little old lady.  I ran two loops this morning in the dark.  I was running south down the RWCD road and I heard some music behind me.  I glanced back and saw someone.  But it was dark, so I couldn't tell if it was one person, two persons, a person on their bike, or what.  Whoever it was, it seemed like they would pass me soon.  After running a little bit without being passed, I looked back again.  Now I could make out that it was one person and a dog.  I kept running and they finally passed me.  The man said, "Good morning, Burt."  It was Jesse Lee.  I said good morning back and later sent him and his wife a text message that he was a creeper for running in the dark without a light.  I'm trying to recruit them to join my Ragnar team.  What better way than by calling them creepers?  I kept running and Jesse put some some distance between us.  Then I could see another form up ahead.  Had Jesse reached the fence and turned around?  Nope, it's a man on a bike.  And he's headed right towards me.  I was pretty much hugging the edge of the Canal, and he wouldn't move over.  So I completely stopped and practically tippytoed the top of the canal bank so he could ride past.  Douche.  I kept going and I could see another shadowy figure.  Without arms.  It was a guy walking with his hands in his pocket.  I got to Adobe and could see Jesse running down to his neighborhood.  He lives on the other side of the Canal from me.  They are the soc's and we are the greasers.  I ran the next loop without seeing any more figures.  Other than Jeff snoozing away.