Go, you chicken fat, go away!

After two and a half weeks off, I decided to test out my calf.  It behaved.  As I was running towards the stop sign, I saw a lady walking across the street.  She disappeared behind the house.  Once I got beyond the house I was surprised at how far away she was.  She had started to run.  That's when I realized it was Sister Ray.  She went to the other side of the Floodway and turned north.  I thought we might cross paths once we both switched sides.  But she stopped about 20 yards in and stood there for a while.  I passed her up and I could see the Schumachers ahead of her.  I wondered if she would catch them.  I then continued running and saw a lady running towards me.  She said good morning to me and I asked how she was doing.  She said she was doing great and asked how I was doing.  I thought, "this lady is way too happy to see me."  Then I realized it was Sister Allen.  I got to the other side of the Floodway and saw the Schumachers, but Sister Ray was gone.  Where did she go?  It's a mystery.

I saw so many more people out today than yesterday!  I wondered if I had gotten out later.  I checked Strava and I actually got out about 30 minutes earlier today.  I saw a lady that I was pretty sure was Sister Porter.  I waved at her and she waved back.  But the closer I got, the less I thought it was her.  Embarrassing... I saw the Schumachers again.  I stopped right before I got to them to take a picture of a momma duck and her kids.  I then ran a little more when my right calf started to hurt again, so I immediately stopped and walked the rest of the way home.