Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Yesterday when I woke up I got a terrible calf cramp.  The kind where it just hits you all at once, and you can't remember if you're supposed to point your toes up or down.  It hurt so bad, I struggled to walk, let alone think about going running.  But it got better as the day went on, so I was able to get out this morning.  I went real slow (as usual.)  Actually slower than usual.  I saw a zanjero up at the RWCD Canal and Brown Road (or Lateral 3, as they call it.)  I wanted to see who it was, but I wasn't fast enough.  That has happened a lot lately.  I did see that it was Truck #5A, which generally means it's a lead zanjero's truck.  I did my loop turning around at Brown Road and heading back down the Canal road.  After a while I could make out a vehicle parked on the west Canal road in front of the gate at Lateral 3-1/2.  Occasionally people do that, but they're not supposed to because it blocks the access for the RWCD workers.  Then I saw the RWCD truck pull up and I wondered if he would ask them to move.  Getting closer, I was able to see that the vehicle was actually the 5A truck and the other truck was the 1A truck.  The 1A truck is just the regular zanjero truck, which is what I was for the year that I worked there.  I was able to get there in time to stop and talk.  I didn't know the regular zanjero.  He was a new guy.  He must've thought I was a crazy guy when I approached them.  And the lead zanjero was just a regular zanjero when I worked there.  He said the guy he replaced was "asked to leave."  That's too bad.  Well, I didn't talk to them long, and I went to finish my final loop.  I noticed that my pace increased.  I guess my body wanted to run at the speed it's used to running lately.