Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Lazy morning.  I had some bouts of sleep paralysis during the night.  I don't like it.  I laid around in bed even though I woke up pretty early.  I finally started running at 7:52am, which isn't terrible, but much later than usual.  My wife asked why we weren't running Usery.  I mean, we could be.  But she decided she would rather go to the gym this morning.  I'm an avid gym avoider.  She bought me a membership, but I haven't gone once.  So I ran up the Canal.  I wasn't sure how far I'd go.  Maybe six, if I was feeling ambitious.  I wasn't.  I could turn around at McKellips.  But that wouldn't even be four miles.  I have to do at least four miles.  I know, I'll run up to 1-3/4 and turn west down the hidden orange grove road.  As a zanjero, I was shown a shortcut to get into this part of the Canal without having to get out and unlock the gate.  The hidden orange grove road.  So I took that path.  It's nice and secluded.  There wasn't as much people out as I would have thought, but there was still enough to keep me entertained.