It was dark out this morning. And cold. A bit cold. But I still refuse to wear anything other than a T-shirt and shorts. So, the shorts I was wearing were brand new. I got them for my birthday. They didn't fit well. The problem was that they have this lining in them much like swim trunks. The lining only allows you to pull them so far up your waist. So I tried to tie them as tight as I could because I was afraid they would fall off. As I was running north on the Floodway path I could feel them starting to slide. I kept pulling them up. When I got to the RWCD Canal road and was heading back south I decided to see if they'd really fall down or perhaps they were just riding a little low, but they wouldn't actually go beyond my hips. I ran as far as I dared withouth touching them. I kept looking back because two of the RWCD trucks was parked up at Brown Road with their headlights on. I was hoping they were checking canal readings or putting a drop through and that it was someone I knew. I would have a chance to see them once the finished at Brown and drove over to Adobe. They always just drive through the neighborhood because it's faster to do that than to unlock the gate, drive through, lock the gate, drive down the dirt road to the next gate, unlock it, drive through, and lock it again. I finally saw them leave when I was about half way in between the two streets. After a while I determined that my shorts would indeed fall down if I didn't pick them back up, so I did. I saw the RWCD trucks pull up to Adobe and wondered if I'd know who they were. When I was almost to Adobe, I heard someone running behind me. I turned around and it was a lady running with her dog. Every time I turned around to look at the RWCD trucks I never saw her. Must be because of the glare of the headlights. She caught up to me and said, "Man, I've been chasing you the whole length of the canal!" I said, "Oh great. You probably saw my shorts fall down, too." She laughed and said, "Nah. You're all right." Then she turned right on Adobe and I continued south down the Canal road. I was too embarrassed to say hi to the zanjeros. I just kept running.