Go, you chicken fat, go away!

It was kind of warm this morning.  I was feeling better than last week.  I think I've managed to drop a couple of pounds even though I ate a donut yesterday.  So I went an extra loop.  According to Strava I missed seeing my wife and a couple of my daughters when they were walking on the Floodway path while I was on the Canal road. 

I scheduled a survey for my boys to do this morning, but I didn't do the paperwork.  I got up real early to do it.  Also, I think it was Emily that woke me up when I heard her door open.  Not sure why she was up so early.  Well, when I sat down at my computer I saw an email.  Someone needs a drainage letter from me, which means another mini survey.  It's not too far from my house, pretty close to my old house.  I decided that we would do that survey first and I would just run home while the boys continued on to the other survey about an hour and a half away.  We finished up and I took off at 7:28am.  It was warming up, but not too bad.  I ran about 100 yards down the street and forgot to tell them something about the other survey, so I turned around and told them.  Then I headed out to the main street.  I ran right out in front of a truck on the side street.  Ooopsy.  Then I turned west and headed home.  It's slightly downhill, and maybe that accounted for my pace that was about 45 seconds faster per mile than yesterday's.  At about the half way point I could hear my phone ringing in my pocket over the noise of the traffic.  It was a Colorado number.  I have a client that lives in Wyoming but has a Colorado number, so I thought it might be him.  It wasn't.  Turns out it was a new client.  I told them to send me an email and I would get back with them.  About a quarter a mile away from home I got another call.  This one was from my main client, so I had to answer it, too.  He had a question, but I told him I was still out jogging and would have to call him back.  So, even with the two stops I was surprised that my pace was so much faster.  Perhaps it was the downhill or perhaps it's that I've been trying not to eat that much junk food lately.

Today's high is supposed to be 110º.  It was a little warmer today than yesterday, and my pace was a lot slower.  As I exited the Floodway path to go back home I saw this older black gentlemen that I see all the time, usually from the other side of the road.  As I passed him he said to me, "Looking good.  Looking good."

I've fallen behind on blogging.  Today is Saturday and the time is 4:36pm.  I'm really slacking.  I don't remember too much about this run other than I took a picture of a large falcon sitting in a tree.

It was warm this morning.  Like 91º.  So I went slow.  But good news!  The old man that I see that I thought probably runs faster than me, he doesn't.  I passed him this morning.  He's very kind.