Go, you chicken fat, go away!

This morning real early my wife took Maggie and her kids to the airport.  Then she went and hiked at Papago Park.  When she got home I asked her to drive me over by our old house so I could go on a run.  She thought it was a weird place to drop me off.  She asked if I was meeting someone there.  I said nope.  But she knew I was up to something.  I had charted a course out and wanted to run it today.  Most of the run is in an area known as Dreamland Villa.  It's a 55+ community.  I was running in loops and I counted 4 motorized wheelchairs.  I don't know if some of them were repeats because of the loops.  One old man saw me and yelled, "You're making us look bad."  Anyway, after a while when I was done running my loops I called my wife and asked her to come pick me up.  She was very confused. 

The course I ran may or may not have spelled the word POOP.
 

I actually got up before 6am today.  I was out the door and running by 6:32am.  It was warm, but not bad.  I was running slow, as normal.  I was heading north on the Floodway path and I saw a girl running pretty quickly on the RWCD Canal road with her dog.  When she got to Brown Road she turned around and started walking.  I was catching up to her and wondering if she would start running again, because I knew I wouldn't be able to stay up with her.  Then I recognized her.  She's one of my daughter's friends from the ward.  Her mother was up until recently the Relief Society President.  She seemed like she didn't want to make eye contact with me, but I said hi to her anyway.  She told me good morning.  All the way down at the other end of the road I could see two more people which I quickly deduced were her little brother, who was one of my cub scouts, and her aforementioned mother.  I love that word.  Aforementioned.  Can't use it enough to make me sound cool.  Anyway, the former RSP reached Adobe and turned around.  I was closing in on my scout when he decided to turn around presumedly to run with his mom.  I yelled, "Keep up the good work!"  Then his mom said, "Momma boot camp.  He's not liking it."  I gave her a high five for that.

Two days ago was my friend Greg New's birthday.  I texted him to see if he wanted to have lunch.  He was too busy so I said what about breakfast tomorrow, which would have been yesterday.  Well, he never texted me back, so I didn't end up running.  I also took a nap yesterday, so I had no problem getting up early this morning.  I ran my RWCD/Floodway 3 loops which is north on the Floodway path for approximatley a half mile, south on the RWCD path for a mile and a half, and back north on the Floodway path for a mile.  Heading north for the first half mile I saw this old Hispanic man that I've been seeing lately that walks with a walker.  It worries me that the walker will one day get stuck on a piece of gravel and he'll fall down.  Then as I was running from the Floodway to the Canal, I saw Gordon.  I don't know what his owner's name is yet.  As I headed south I saw a lady run/walking.  I couldn't quite catch her before she reached Adobe and went west.  I continued south another half mile when I randomly bumped into my wife on her walk.  I stole a couple of kisses, and because this is a family friendly blog, I may or may not have squeezed her tush.  Then I ran another half mile south to Main and turned back north on the Floodway path.  I counted 7 lizards during this half mile.  I didn't see any.  I just heard them scurrying in the bushes next to the path.  In the final half mile on the path I saw the hobo again.  I see him every time I run or walk my dog and pass by that way.  He asked me again what time it was.  I told him 7:30, but it was actually 7:29.  Then I got home and tried to cool down some so I could help my neighbor move.