After four days of no, or minimal, running and time spent with family around Dallas I got back out there today. It was great weather all weekend. Mid 60s, clear, sunny and minimal wind. Today was not the weekend.
I believe Chevy Chase said it best in the classic movie, Christmas Vacation, "Worse? How could things get any worse?? We're at the threshold of hell!!"
Cold, rainy, and windy. All day! The good news, it wasn't a thunderstorm. More good news, it was above freezing. Although, if it weren't, I might have been dryer. Snow sort of rolls off the ol jacket.
Then the cops showed up. No kidding. The guy gets out of the car and asks what I'm doing. So I tell him, and he takes my info back to his car to "check me out." I'm sure I'm looking quite dangerous and a huge threat to society at this point considering I'm just sort of standing there shivering and soaked to the bone. Turns out someone called it in to report me. ...I guess I was looking rougher than I thought. He let me commense running after he asked if I had any guns. GUNS. Plural.
"A gun rack? A gun rack? I don't have A gun nevermind MANY which would necessitate a rack." -Wayne's World
Other than that, I got 4 ride offers including one oversized man driving a light blue huge truck who was stroking his toy poodle while asking me if I needed a ride. Needless to say, I turned them all down...especially poodle boy.