Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I know there's a reason why I haven't been running lately.  I don't think it has anything to do with getting attacked by a bird.  But that did happen while I was walking Herbie.  After 4 days of close swoops, I finally let my guard down when I saw a young bird that had fallen out of the tree.  I was dumb enough to let Herbie sniff it when all of the sudden, blam!  A bird dive bombed me in the back of the head!  I ran off as what seemed like a dozen birds were starting to swarm around me.  Anyway, I think I've just been too busy at work.  So today's run felt blah.

I was feeling a little better than yesterday.  I decided to do two loops.  I saw a lady on the other side of the street entering the Floodway.  The thought crossed my mind that she would probably think I'm a weirdo because I was on the other side of the street but would be following her in.  But I did it anyway.  She had stopped to do something on her phone so I passed her and said good morning.  I ran north for a while and she followed me.  I saw this old lady and told her good morning.  Then I spotted my wife way up on Brown Road.  She turned on the Floodway path and was coming towards me.  I stole a quick kiss and now I know the lady must've thought I was a weirdo.  I did my normal two loops where I run north up to Brown, turn south to University, then turn north back to Adobe and home.  When I had turned north again I saw the old lady again.  I told her to have a good day and she told me in her stern grandmotherly voice, "Good job.  You're doing great."

So according to my Strava, of the 41 runs on this route, this was my slowest.  I'm very much out of shape.  Not horrible, but definitely not good.  I was running south along the Canal path and I saw a lady that looked like my wife.  But I thought it couldn't be here because it's so far away from where I had seen her on my last run.  Plus it was getting late, and she'd need to be closer to home to wake kids up for school.  So I convinced myself it wasn't her.  But the closer she got, I realized it was her.  I was able to steal another kiss.  Or maybe 5 kisses.

Long run Saturday.  Well, short run for everyone else.  Long run for me.  It was a beautiful morning.  There were a lot of people out.  I saw one lady about a quarter mile ahead of me.  I almost caught her right before I turned around because she started walking, but she started running again and she continued across McDowell, while I turned back home.  I had to go pee pee and contemplated hopping over into the orange groves.  But then I thought, "you know, it's only a quarter a mile to the park where there is a nice public restroom."  So I added some more running to the route and was able to get over 6 miles because of it.  When I got home I went straight to the backyard and hopped in the pool for a bit.