Go, you chicken fat, go away!

First of all, Merry Christmas to everyone who reads this blog.  Which is about two people per week, if I'm lucky.  Second, it's not even close to being cold.  Is it really Christmas?

I ran two loops today.  When I turned the corner on to Adobe, I saw a young kid turning on to the Floodway path.  He looked like he was moving pretty fast.  I was looking for him when I got to the Floodway, but I couldn't see him.  But out of the corner of my eye I saw some teenage boys hanging out under the culvert bridge of the Floodway.  I thought they looked suspicious, so I kept turning around so that they would know I was on to them.  It felt like I was running super slow.  I guess I was, but not as slow as I thought I was.  I had turned around and moved over to the RWCD road and was looking for those teenage boys again, but they were no where to be found.  I wonder if they were tagging the culvert.  I haven't really paid attention to the spray paint so I wasn't sure if it was new or not.  I continued south down the RWCD road and saw this couple that I had seen earlier on Adobe.  They were walking their dog and the man had on Jack Skellington pj bottoms.  I told him I liked his Christmas pants.  At University I turned and headed north back up the Floodway path.  I saw an old cheerful man carrying a pack over his shoulder.  He told me Merry Christmas.  If it was Santa, he shaved his beard off.  Then I saw a lady walking her dalmation in the bottom of the Floodway.  I said Merry Christmas to her, but wasn't sure if she heard me.  She did and said thank you.  Then I decided to go down to the culvert so that I could see if the paint was fresh.  It looked kinda new.  I ran my finger across it and it smudged a little.  Then I sniffed it, but couldn't smell anything.  I then went to the other side of the road because that's where I saw the boys.  I did the same thing over there.  There was no conclusive evidence that they had spray painted the graffiti on the culvert.

I had a pebble in my shoe from the get go.  I hoped that it would shift somewhere in my shoe where it wouldn't bother me, but it never did.  After a half mile I stopped at the Nancy K. Daugherty memorial rock and took my shoe off.  I had sliced open my thumb on Christmas Day trying to open this egg shaped toy for my grandson.  So putting my shoe back on was difficult.  Once I finally got it back on, I decided I needed to tinkle.  I went behind some bushes by the bank of the Floodway, but I saw someone walking on the RWCD path, so I waited 'til they went by.  I hope no one saw me.

I ran the same route as yesterday.  I've been seeing this beautiful falcon the last couple of days.  It doesn't like to be on the same side of the Floodway as I'm on, so it always flies over to the other side.  Today's run was slower than yesterday's, but if felt faster.

I'm trying to eat all my Christmas goodies as fast as possible so that I can start another diet.  This plan is not helping my running.

I texted Mike yesterday to see if he was still up for running today.  Earlier in the week he said he wanted to pick me up at 6:00am.  He finally texted back late and said that he had been moving furniture around all day, so he would text me at 9:00am.  Around 9:30am he texted to say he was too sore.  So I texted Glen, knowing that he likes to run in the afternoon anyway.  He never texted back.  So after eating 4 pieces of pizza, I finally decided to run on my own at 7:30pm. 

Since it was dark, I decided to stay on the main streets.  That way, if I suffered a massive heart attack from all the pizza consumption, someone might find me.  But as I was running, I felt like such a fatty, that I almost changed my mind because I didn't want people seeing my fat belly hanging out of my shirt.  But I went on the main roads anyway, and felt totally blah.  I went west down Adobe, turned south on Greenfield, east on University, north on Higley, and west again on Adobe.  When I turned north on Higley, I could see a police helicopter circling around with its spotlight.  It looked like it was in my neighborhood, or at least on Adobe.  The closer I got to Adobe, the more I could tell that it was definetely circling around Adobe.  I wondered if it would be safe to turn on the street.  I made the turn and saw a couple of police vehicles parked on the side.  Then, as I passed the first road beyond Higley, I could see an officer with his gun drawn, waiting for the suspect to come around the corner.  I just kept running and hoped that the police helicopter wouldn't think I was the suspect running away.