Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Did my 5 loops today.  I saw old man hatch again on his stage coach.  I call it that now because come to find out, he was the model for the Wells Fargo bank years ago.  I saw the shirtless muscular guy again that runs with stiff arms.  I said good morning to him.  I finally ran under a 10 min. pace.  That includes the stopping at roads, so maybe it was a little less.

Yesterday I was helping my daughter and her husband move in to their townhouse they just bought.  I was up later than I wanted to be.  I only got about 4 hours of sleep.  So I hit snooze once this morning and decided I didn't have time for my weekly ritual of sitting on the pot for 20 minutes.  I'd have to excercise what we big boys call -self control.  Because of that I made it out the door a little earlier than usual.  When I walked outside I heard the neighbor's chickens in distress.  I went over to their wall and looked over.  But they've moved their chickens to the other side of their yard so I couldn't see anything.  Then I walked over towards the street and saw a coyote running down the road.  It was dark out, but I was 90% sure it was a coyote.  I couldn't tell if it had anything in its mouth.  I went back inside and put Herbie on his leash so I could take him outside to go potty.  After doing his business, I put him back inside and that's when Mike pulled up.  I told Mike I wanted to go check on Cupid real quick.  Cupid, our pig, was fine.  He'll make a fine meal some day.  For us.  Not for coyotes.  I hope.  So we drove down the road and we both spotted the coyote under the light of the street lamp in the retention basin on the corner.  Mike could tell it had something in its mouth.  So we drove closer and it was indeed a chicken.  It darted off with the chicken in its mouth over to the Floodway.  I got out to see the pile of feathers in the grass.  They were black and grey, so it may have been one of my chickens that went over to live with my neighbors.  Anyway, now I would be thinking about coyotes during my run.  Truth be told, I'm not afraid of them.  I'm sure I could take one in a fight.  We were driving down the street and I see this face of a Mexican in the back of a truck.  He was laying down like he was trying to hide.  It was kind of creepy, but not uncommon. 

I felt all right during the run.  I was over three minutes slower than last week.  But I'm ok with that.  I only ran once this week and with the Taco Bell, Barro's Pizza and lack of sleep, a slower run is to be expected.