Usually I just enter in whatever number Strava tells me I got, but my Strava didn't record today. I tried taking a picture of a partial rainbow this morning before I ran, and I must've not hit start or something because it said 0.0 miles and 0 minutes and 0 seconds. Boo! So I'll just put the mileage in from the last time I ran this route.
As I was heading south on the Canal road a zanjero pulled up the same time I reached Lateral 3.5 (Adobe.) I didn't recognize him so I kept going. Now that all the bushes have been removed I could see all the way over to the other side of the Floodway. From a distance I could see some people over near where Jeff is usually at. My first thought is that it was the police. As I got closer I could see that it was more hobos. Or vagrants. Or homeless people. Whatever is the PC way of saying it. I've gotten in enough trouble on this blog for my lack of sensitivity. They had a bunch of stuff. I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but there is another hobo that I see from time to time. He's got himself a bike, a tent, a sleeping bag. He's pretty hooked up. I thought it might be him. But when I finally got across from them where I could see better, I realized that Jeff was under one tree and the other two were under then next tree about 50 feet to the south. I ran all the way down to Main St. (Lateral 4.5) and headed back up the Floodway path. As I got to University, the other homeless couple had finished packing up and were leaving the path. It was a man and a lady. They were talking and the lady was standing right in the fence opening that I needed to go through. She seemed like she had no intention of moving. So I said, "Coming through!" She moved a little bit and I threaded the needle between her and the fence. They were talking about something. Maybe about where they would go next. It reminded me of the time I was in high school and my friend and I went down in this ravine and there was a homeless couple living under the bridge. The man told his wife that he would be home soon. Then he looked at us and got embarrassed because he didn't know we were there.
Well back to Jeff. So I continued running and I saw biscuit buyer up the path. Jeff was going out to meet him to get his daily sausage biscuit. I got there right after the hand off so I stopped. I asked him if he had new neighbors moving in. He just kind of grunted. I then looked at biscuit buyer and told him that the couple he had passed had camped out under the other tree. I said I could see them from the other side and I thought it was the police coming to haul Jeff away. Biscuit buyer said I'm sure Jeff wouldn't mind that. I asked Jeff if he had talked to them at all. He mumbled, "No." He was not in a good mood today. So I decided that I should get going. Biscuit buyer told me that I need to motivate him to start running. I said, "I'll tell you what. This is the only thing keeping me from being 300 lbs." Then I told them I'd see them tomorrow. It was yet again, another awkward conversation.