It comes as no surprise to most of you, I'm sure, that I thoroughly enjoy running. For many reasons, to be honest with you. But the last three days have provided me with the perfect examples of why I love getting out and plugging away for a few miles.
Tuesday morning, I set out at 5:45 AM. It was still dark, and as I reached Main Street in Towanda, there was a brilliant green flash. I looked to the sky and watched a large object burning green descending towards the horizon. There was no bang, leading me to conclude this was no firework. Of course, as my Physics instructor led me to believe, it was most like a piece of space junk, but this is still a fairly rare sight.
Not much later, I saw a tree in a soybean field that looked suspsicious. I watched it as I passed. Suddenly, it came to me that it wasn't a tree. I grunted at it, and the largest 12+ point buck I have ever seen turned his head to look at me. I was in a near state of shock. This was bigger than many of the deer I have watched professionals take on television.
Mere meters down the road, something growled unhappily at me from the cover of a treeline. I had been growled at from that spot before, and I am growing more and more curious as to what is hiding in there.
Yesterday, while running in El Dorado, I was moving west on Sixth Street when I came to an intersection. There was a red sedan stopped at the stop sign, and a truck coming down the road. Figuring the car had to stay stopped until the coming truck passed, I proceeded to run across. Either the driver of the car did not see the truck or thought she could beat it, as she floored it.
Never having had the greatest athletic ability, I conclude that God must have instantaneously inspired me, as I not only reacted immediately, but managed to hurdle the hood of the coming car (not the best form, but I didn't make contact at all). I'm not sure the driver ever actually saw me, but I was somewhat impressed with my response.
This morning's events weren't quite as interesting, but were amusing to me, and truly a Kansas sight. I can hear a shrill siren in the distance. I have no idea what I'm hearing, and I'm beginning to get a little anxious. Even more so when I see several trucks parked at a corner up ahead. But it suddenly becomes clear what's going on when two men on horse gallup past. At the corner, I see a handful of men and an Australian shepherd driving about 20 head of cattle down the road. The siren, I would later learn, is a pretty common tactic for getting cattle to follow you or to come in for feed. One of the horsemen good-naturedly suggested I alter my route, as they would be driving the cattle for about 3 miles. I agreed that this was a good idea. He then asked if I would consider a race. Of course, he would win, I pointed out, to which he replied, "Well, with that attitude..."
Now. Changing gears altogether. I have discovered the best sandwich in Kansas. It lives in Towanda. That's right, Towanda has something worth bragging about. The little-known sandwich and coffee joint on Main Street, HeBrews, is home to the Santa Fe Chicken, an impossibly delicious little creation featuring bacon and smoked chicken. Need I say more? HeBrews also features phenomenal reubens, ice cream, teas, coffees, etc. IF ever in the sprawling metropolis of Towanda, KS, you MUST try it out. You won't be disappointed.
Now, my final order of business is one that most of you care even less about than the other tidbits. My favorite band, The Classic Crime, is releasing a new album in less than a month. I am highly excited about this. I have listened to the preview, and the sound is distinct from the other albums. That is something interesting about TCC; every successive album has a differing sound from the previous one, meaning that we can identify which album any given song is from simply by the sound. I think it's pretty cool. I look forward to Phoenix going on sale, because that is some money I am very willing a ready to spend.
Well, until next time folks. G'day.
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