Go, you chicken fat, go away!

Why did I run 1.25 miles on a Sunday?  I never run on Sundays.  Well, there was a reason, and I'm going to write about it, but it's probably not worth your while to read.  So just skip to the next one.

My brother just moved to Safford, AZ from Kingman.  In order to save money, he rented a Penske truck.  There are no Penske truck rental locations in Safford.  Only Uhaul.  So he needed me to go with him, help him unload, and bring the truck back to Mesa.  The whole time he was asking me to help him he kept trying to talk me out of it.  "I totally understand if you have church duties.  Hey, if you have to take care of your kids, don't worry about it.  Why don't I just call my friend that I think will follow me?  If I have to I'll just take tomorrow off."  Of course I'm going to help him.  He's my brother.  Had I told him that I was starting a new job in the morning at 5:30am the next morning, he wouldn't have allowed me to ride along with him.  So I kept that little secret to myself until we were on the road.

My plan was to drive the truck back and run home.  It would only be a 6 mile run home so it's not worth someone hopping in a car to come get me.  I wore my running clothes and unfortunately I think I ruined my brand new Running on Empty shirt that I got for my latest Ragnar team.  (sad face)  Oh well.  We unloaded all his junk into a storage unit.  It didn't take too long because we got help from local members of our church.  Then we went to the friend's house that he's staying at and ate dinner.  After feeding me ice cream pie so that I would fall asleep on the way home, they sent me on my way.  I didn't get back to Mesa until 11:00pm.  I didn't feel like running for 50 minutes, getting home, showering, and getting in bed with for only 4 hours of sleep.  Also, I realized I would be running right in the heart of browntown Mesa.  Probably not the safest thing to do especially when I'm carrying my wallet in my hand.  So I called my wife to come pick me up.  I managed to run 1.25 miles in her direction before she got to me.  I saw one Mexican guy all decked out in his giant white sombrero.  I said, "Buenas noches amigo."  He seemed kind.

Anyway, there it is.  I told you not to read it.

I've started a new job.  This week they are training me.  I have to work Monday thru Thursday from 5:30am to 5:30pm.  Then starting next week I will be working from 5:30pm to 5:30am for 7 days on and 7 days off.  The job pays peanuts, but it has good benefits.  I took it so that I will have something stable, and at the same time it will allow me to start my own consulting business that I can do on my 7 days off.  So.......we'll see how this affects my running.  Already I've been way to exhausted at the end of the day to go out and get some miles.  Ugh.  At least I have the possibility of discovering dead bodies in the canals.