Go, you chicken fat, go away!

It's funny how a 4.7 mile run now makes me sore for days.  I was still feeling it this morning.  I started at 6:39am this morning.  It was light out.  Not sure why I slept so long because I went to bed early.  As I was stretching I saw Sis. Ashcroft walking down the street.  Herbie barked at her from the upstairs window.  I came around the corner of the garage and pointed at him.  Bad doggy!  I ran north up the Floodway path and saw Br. Aschcroft and one of his daughters.  I said, "I saw your wife a looong time ago."  I got a belly laugh from him.  I said, "She left you in the dust!", and got another belly laugh. 

I was approaching Brown and was closing the distance on one of the old couples I see all the time.  Then I saw a lady running on Brown and turn into the Floodway.  We were all going to pass each other at the same time.  Knowing the path was only big enough for 3 people in these times of Covid, I stepped off to the side.  But the runner lady stepped off at the same time.  So I had to swerve even closer to the channel bank.  The lady looked awkward because she wanted to wave at both me and the walkers and now she was in the middle of us.

Heading south on the RWCD road, I saw the Schumachers again.  They were being closely followed by two guys that looked like they wanted to pass them, but couldn't because I was in the way.  Br. Schumacher said the closing prayer at sacrament yesterday.  I said, "It was nice to see you guys yesterday."  Then Sis. Schumacher said, "Good morning, Burt."  Not the response I was expecting.  Then I realized they were once again listening to something on Br. Schumacher's phone, so they probably didn't hear what I said.  Last time I could tell they were listening to a General Conference talk.  It was probably the same this time.  I passed them, and waved at the guys behind them.  Then I looked across the Floodway and saw my wife.  She usually doesn't run on the Floodway, but I guess she chose to do so today.  I waved at her until she saw me and waved back.  I wondered if she was going to do a loop or if she would exit the Floodway at Brown and run down the street.  I thought, maybe I should speed up so she doesn't get to Adobe before me if she stays on the loop.  Well, as I was coming back towards Adobe I could see her from far off.  I was like, "Holy crud!  She smoked me!"  She got to Adobe before I did and then crossed the street and continued south.  She pretty much ran the same route I did.  But I realized that we were about at the same distance south of Adobe as we were north of Adobe when we passed each other the first time.  As sore as I was, I wasn't about to push the pace, so I was fine with that.  But after she finished I noticed her pace was one second/per mile faster than mine, which she bragged about.