Ignoring the fact that this was a terrible run (quads burnt like blazes which I attribute to not doing recovery miles yesterday), it was a banner day. One for the diary, albeit not a very exciting diary. Not the Anne Frank variety...more the Adrian Mole. Although, I loved that book. But I digress. Today I lost my racoon virginity - meaning I went from never having seen a racoon to seeing two in the flesh on the very same day.

One ambled across the track and through the fence at the Jackie O reservoir. I'm guessing for a drink. Didn't see as he/she disappeared into the thicket. The second one popped out of a trash can as I ran along the bridle path. Gave me a kind of snarly look that said "Yeah, what of it, freak?"

Cute looking, but also had the air of "I could really f*ck you up if I wanted." Up until now, the only racoons I've seen were in that movie that I can't remember the name of. You know the one. The one with Dan Ackroyd and John Candy.

Anyway, awful run. Was complaining the whole way and wanted to quit and go home every single minute of the damn thing.
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