Go, you chicken fat, go away!

So every day I take my dog, Herby, on a walk.  We can't keep him outside anymore because he always finds a way to get out of the gate.  Even putting him on a chain doesn't work because he will rip out of his harness or leash or whatever is restraining him.  One time he chewed through the trampoline.  I've never seen a dog so determined.  So I have to walk him so he can poop.  Yesterday we were walking and all of the sudden he stopped.  A coyote walked out of the bushes in the bottom of the Floodway where we were.  It stopped and stared at us for a while.  We then decided it would be a good idea to chase it.  So we spent the next half hour chasing it back and forth in the Floodway.  There was one chase where Herby and I ran down the bank of the Floodway and I couldn't keep up, and I wiped out.  I still managed to hang on to the leash, thank goodness.  I also recorded another chase and posted it on Facebook if you're interested in having a good laugh.

Long story short, I was sore this morning.  I started running and all of my joints felt stiff and sore.  After a while, I felt better, but I ran considerably slower than yesterday.  While I was running on the RWCD path, I could see a woman running on the Floodway path.  She was faster than me and she passed me.  We both turned on University and I thought about giving her a high five, but I'm not as brave as I used to be.