Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Well, I'm 99% sure I had Covid-19.  I never got tested, but other people in my household got positive tests, so it stands to reason.  I've felt better for quite some time now, but I've been worried about the long term effects, especially those dealing with heart issues.  My father died of heart issues.

I finally decided today would be the first day back.  I went easy and tried to listen to my body.  It was early out, which is good, because when I got Covid, I decided to shave my hair into a mohawk and bleach it.  Just for fun.  But I've only allowed a few select people to see me because, c'mon, it's embarrassing and clownish.  However, there was a bit of a full moon this morning, and it was low to the horizon in the western sky.  I was worried that the light of the moon coupled with the street lights would shine brightly on my blonde head. 

The run was fine.  My body ached.  Not Covid aches.  Running aches.  I saw two old ladies.  I'm guessing they were old.  It was too dark to see, but I said good morning to them and they sounded old when they said it back to me.  The moon was providing enough light to see the trail.  But when I got to the other side of the Floodway, the rooflines from the nearby houses blocked the moon, and it was quite dark again.  The run seemed like it was taking forever.  It was.  I was going pretty slow.  I saw a light on the other side of the Floodway and on the other side of Adobe.  I guessed it was a bicycle because it seemed to be pointing straight ahead the whole time, whereas a person might be turning their head and having the light pointing in all directions.  But it was going real slow.  When I got to Adobe and ran over the Floodway, I found out it was a person.  I think a man, by the way he was breathing.  I also think he sped up when he noticed me.  I kept going east down Adobe and hoped he wouldn't see me, but I'm sure he did as I was under the street lights.