Winning Back What I Lost

PM: Tonight was supposed to be an easy recovery run. And it was, until it intersected w/ a deranged psychotic farmer lady from hell. Apparently, I picked the wrong canal bank to run down and this self-appointed guardian of the canal was going to make damn sure that I paid for it.  She raced to the end of the canal bank to block me from leaving and broke out her cellphone to take my picture and record our exchange.

I tried to get past her and she kept trying to block me.  I didn't want to touch her for fear that she would say I battered her. At first I was pissed and then it got downright comical. Eventually she let me pass but she followed me in her truck for a couple of miles, all the while demanding my name, rank and serial number. I didn't give it to her of course and she thought she would just tail me to my residence. I ran alongside her and recommended that she seek professional help and maybe try some medication, lithium or prozac might do the trick.  I let her vent and curse for awhile but then I grew tired of her act.  A few MP miles and fartleks later I was able to shake her and arrive home, none the worse for wear. What an effing psycho!