Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I ran 2 loops today.  My knee seemed to behave.  So that's good.  Day 1 of starting my diet again.  Gained almost everything back over the holidays that I lost last year.  So that's bad.

I was running down the street when my neighbor pulled up behind me and yelled out the window, and this is a direct quote, "Looking good, Burt!  You got those calf implants going."  I was wearing my saggy shorts, so I was pulling them up the entire time.  I made one loop and had to stop for traffic.  Once I started running again my knee started to hurt, so I stopped.  I walked the rest of the way home.

I finally ran again with Mike.  And Glen.  Mike said he would pick me up at 6:15am, but he got here at 6:00am, and I was still on the toilet.  I got ready and was out the door by 6:12am.  We picked up Glen and headed out to Usery.  On the way there we had to stop as at least 9 horses were crossing the road, including some young'uns.  We stretched out and Glen and I started running with Mike following us shortly thereafter.  Glen and I ran together for about the first quarter mile.  Then he started to pull ahead.  Mike was right behind me so I was a an Oreo.  But since I'm fat, I was a Double Stuff Oreo®.  Speaking of behing fat, I did start my diet again this week on Tuesday, and I've already lost 8 lbs.  Weird.  Anyway, I was worried about my knee, although it felt fine, so I kept it nice and slow.  A runner passed me at the 2.2 mile point.  The his buddy passed me at the 3.1 mile point.  I had told myself that I was going to play it safe and turn around at the 3.1 mile point, but after being passed by another runner, I decided to run a little further.  I texted Mike to let him know, took a quick tinkle, and headed back down.  Glen caught me with just under two miles to go.  That means he ran a mile more than I did, and beat  me by 5 minutes.  I finished before Mike by about a minute.  Well, I just looked at Strava and it was precisely 31 seconds.  My knee was good, but there was one moment right around 1.2 miles to go, where I thought it might start to hurt.  But it behaved.  It was a nice run.  Not too cold either.