Go, you chicken fat, go away!

It's been raining off and on for the last couple of days.  I didn't run yesterday because I took a nap Sunday and couldn't get to sleep until after 2am.  Even then, I tossed and turned.  I fell asleep early last night.  I got up early this morning and got ready.  My knees weren't hurting like they were Saturday.  I left my shoes somewhere.  Either upstairs near the sun room or downstairs in the laundry room.  I went outside to feed my chickens and got a bunch of mud and probably other stuff on them, so I took them off so as to not spread it all over the carpet.  Anyway, I didn't feel like going and looking for them, so I just grabbed another pair.  My flourescent Asic Gel Kayanos.  They felt a little tight.  When I started running it felt like I had some spring to my step.  But I realized it was just the shoes.  My legs were not feeling great and there was a tinge of soreness in my lower back.  It was finally cold, but luckily there was no rain.  I decided to just do one loop again.

Another early to bed, early to rise.  I wore my schnazzy shoes again.  It was actually cold this morning.  38º.  That's still short and T-shirt weather, though.  At least for me.  The moon was somewhat full.  But it still seemed rather dark.  I decided to try and push the pace a little this morning to help keep warm.  I ended up being 50 seconds per mile faster than my average lately, which isn't saying much.

I woke up before David again.  My phone said it was 52º out.  Nice.  I grabbed my shoes out of the sun room.  Less than 80 miles before I trash them.  They really should be trashed right now.  The sky was overcast with the moon shining behind the clouds creating a soft glow to light the way.  I was going slow today because I pushed it yesterday.  I saw something between the Floodway path and the wall.  I couldn't tell if it was a cat or a stump.  So I stopped and turned my light on.  Two eyeballs shined back at me.  As I was approaching University I saw a light coming towards me.  Must be a cyclist.  I watched the light as it crossed University and it pointed in all directions.  It was zigzagging.  I'm guessing the guy didn't know how to get through the fence.  But after he got through he continued to zigzag and I wondered if he was going to run into me.  So I yelled, "Good morning!"  He said good morning back and rode on.  As I exited the gate, I saw what I thought was a jacket hanging on the fence.  Then I noticed that there was something else hanging next to it, so I went over to get a closer look.  It turns out it was a bunch of pants and a few shirts.  I said out loud, "There's a whole wardrobe here."  Then I could see a light underneath the bridge and I said, "I see your  light."  But I didn't say it loud enough so that whomever it was could hear me.  I then crossed the Floodway and headed back north.  I saw Jeff's sleeping bag.  It was too dark to see if he was in it.  If I look at him at all, I just look for a lump.  But he's so skinny that I can't see a lump in the dark.  Approaching the green belt I saw another light across the Floodway over by a big tree.  I'm pretty sure it was the cyclist.  He had stopped there and turned his light off.  I then saw another sleeping bag between the path and the Floodway.  Someone was in it and I could make out other objects by him.  Maybe a bag and some trash.  It was one of those mornings where if I wasn't confident in my manhood, these things could have freaked me out.