Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I dropped a lamp on my foot about 7 or 8 days ago.  It wasn't a particularly heavy lamp.  But it landed right on top of my foot with the complete weight of it behind it.  Running on it wasn't helping it.  So I took some days off.  Today it felt fine, but my legs felt rather heavy.  I didn't see the crazy guy.  He probably killed whoever he was going to kill and moved on to the next neighborhood.

Today was the first day in a long time my run actually felt like a workout rather than a slog fest.

Today as I turned the corner to head over to the floodway/RWCD canal, I saw a bunch of people over by the canal and a bunch of cars parked in the street.  I wondered what was going on.  I thought maybe it was an organized clean up day or something.  As I got closer I saw some orange coolers and realized it must be a drink station for a race course.  I went to do my normal loop, up the east side of the floodway to Brown Road, cross the floodway, run on the east side of the RWCD canal, and now I could see that it was a color run.  They were throwing colored dust on the runners.  I wondered if I'd be able to run by there.  I made up my mind that I was going to run through it, and if I happened to get dusted, that's their fault for not checking that I didn't have a bib on.  So I got to Brown Road and crossed over right about the same time 4 young girls, maybe 12 to 14 reached the turn around point.  I guess they were just running up and back as many times as they could in a certain amount of time.  So that would be just over a mile each time.  Anyway, I asked them what was going on.  They said it's a color run, but they're almost out of color so by the time we get back, we probably won't get any more thrown on us.  At this point I had a dose of reality of how slow I run lately as one of the girls who was short and stubby was running faster than me.  Oh well.  I'm ok with who I am.  We got about half way there and a man said they had 6 minutes left.  They were starting to slow down and I had caught back up to them by this point.  I told them they could walk and still make it in 6 minutes if they wanted.  They thought that was sage advice and decided to heed it.  Well, they were out of color by the time I got to the end.  I was hoping at least they would cheer for me, but all I got was a cute little three year old girl offering my a lollipop.

I was sore this morning.  I guess that's what 4 days in a row does to you.  Haven't done that for a while.  So, I was running down Adobe and I saw a lady with a stroller running towards me.  I crossed the road, and then she crossed the road.  I was wondering if she was going to follow me on the Floodway road.  I was running as slow as normal, and deep in my heart I didn't want a lady with a stroller passing me.  Well, after a while I decided to turn around to see if she was coming or if she had continued on Adobe Road.  She was behind me, but she had stopped at the entrance I guess to let me go on ahead.  Clearly she thought I was a rapist and now that I turned around to see if she was coming, that confirmed it for her.  Dang it!  That's what I get for wearing sweat pants today.  I didn't need them.  It was cool, but not cold.  I just have so many of them and I never wear them.  Anyway I kept going.  She had given me a head start and she almost caught up to me by the time I reached Brown Road.  At least she didn't pass me.  She followed me over to the west side of the Floodway and gave me another head start.  That was the last I saw of her.  But I really wanted to turn around and tell her I'm not a rapist.  Wouldn't that be the right thing to do?

I was running super slow today.  I had to go #2.  I threw in an extra loop today which had me going down to Main Street.  Between University and Main there are retirement communities on both sides of the Floodway/Canal.  As I was coming back I heard music coming from somewhere.  I turned my head and looked through a screened gate to see that it was a swimming pool with a bunch of old ladies doing water aerobics.  So now, not only am I a rapist, I'm a peeping Tom.  I just need to run with my eyes closed.