Go, you chicken fat, go away!

So last Tuesday was the Pine Wood Derby.  I had to help set up the track just like last year.  This year I decided it would be a good idea to bring some knee pads.  Well, after  a few hours of being on my knees even though I had knee pads, my right knee started to hurt.  I was kind of limping the next day.  So I took some time off.  Today was my first run back and the knee behaved. 
 

Two loops on the RWCD/Floodway paths this morning.  I saw a lot of runners today.  Well, I saw 3.  But that's a lot, right?  I also saw Greg and Gene from RWCD.  Greg is the construction inspector.  We've been friends for years.  He bought me breakfast once while I was out running.  Gene was one of my trainers when I worked there.  We talked for about 10 minutes.
 

Today was the Father and Son's Outing (or whatever we call it now.  I can't keep up with all the changes anymore.)  I haven't gone to one of these for years, but I decided my grandson was old enough, so I went with my son, grandson, and son-in-law.  I woke up around 5:30am after a restless uncomfortable night's sleep.  I thought that I had forgottem my gallon size Ziploc bag to put my sweaty clothes in, so I almost decided not to run.  (I had forgotten it, but I had an extra in my bag from my previous Ragnar.)  Anyway, I got changed and headed out.  We were near the rear of the camp and I headed that way.  Not 100 yards later the road ended.  I didn't want to run back through camp, so I headed out into the wilderness to blaze my own trail.  I was going down a hill, so I mostly walked this part.  With one of my steps I came down on a protruding branch that scratched the heck out of my ankle.  I thought, "Wow.  That burns."  Then I looked down and saw blood dripping.  It wasn't terrible, so I kept going.  I finally made my way out to the main forest road and started to jog.  I figured I would go at least a mile and a half, then turn around.  There were a lot of ups and downs on the road.  They were pretty steep, too.  It was a good work out.  I saw a trailhead that had a monument to the Dude Fire.  I took a picture of it and turned around to run back.  I got back and stopped my Strava near the front of the campsite where they were cooking breakfast.  After breakfast we packed up and went to look for a cave that one of my son's friends wanted to go explore.  We drove over to the rugged jeep trail and decided to hike it.  My grandson is 4, so there was a lot of carrying him.  We walked about 2 miles before the road ended and never found the cave.  Then we walked back.  I probably did a mile and a half with my grandson on my shoulders.