Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I spent a large chunk of the weekend reading some of my old blog entries.  This blog used to be so fun.  I had a blog long before I had a Facebook account, so in between the blog and Athlinks.com, they were my social media.  And I used to reach out and try to meet new people.  And I used to love to encourage people.  And I used to love to make new friends.  But along came social justice warriors.  And along came Facebook.  And along came quitters.  And along came me getting out of shape.  The blogs certainly not as fun anymore, but it still holds so many funny memories.

So it was actually cold today.  Not bundle up cold, but I could feel it.  I got to the Floodway and saw 7 people within the first quarter mile.  That's a lot.  But I didn't see anymore people in the next quarter mile.  I turned south down the RWCD road and saw one of the couples that I had passed.  Then I saw another couple and wondered where they came from.  Then I recognized it was Sterling Massey, the guy from my ward that I just started following on Strava.  He was running with his wife and his dog.  Two Saturdays ago Maggie texted me to help her move a piano to her house.  Bishop Coombs, Sterling, and Greg Spencer also showed up.  Sterling and I talked about how we run the same routes much of the time.  Knowing that lately he's been running just shy of Brown Road before he turns around, I wondered if he would be turning around soon.  They did.  And they passed me, although they were on the other side of the Floodway.  I think he realized it was me, but he didn't wave at me until he could tell I was looking.  They got to Adobe and started walking.  I had to wait for about 10 cars.  I've never had to wait for that many cars!  But I think it was because school was starting.  When I finally crossed I was able to catch up to them.  Then they started running again and passed me.  They weren't going that much faster than me, and I actually was running about a minute per mile faster than I was last week.  So we finally crossed paths when we were switching sides at University.  I stepped off the sidewalk and into the road so they could pass by.  I already had a conversation worked out in my mind.  "Hey guys!  It's finally cold, huh?"  But all I got out was, "Hey guys!"  Sterling said, "We finally crossed paths."  I said, "Yeah."  And that was it.  Other than his wife's giggle.