No no no....I'm definitely not becoming a foodie blog. I don't cook, remember? And why would I have the word "raccoon" in the title if I was? Yeah, that's gross.
I love night runs that have surprises---fun, good ones, of course. Last night's 3 miles were refreshing, yet bug-filled, and a much needed break from Goober duties. ;) Here are my observations for the run:
A raccoon I've seen before in the same area was just chillin' in the last moments of daylight with the cats in the "cat sanctuary" in the neighborhood. I've nicknamed him
Bandit, because he likes to crash the CATS ONLY party of the wetlands. He was cool and posed for a picture.
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| What's up, Bandit? |
If I had a pool in my backyard, I'd probably find this furry dude swimming, a la
EMZ's pool visitor. But I'm not afraid of raccoons...I think they are often misunderstood. And maybe he'd give me a run for my money on treading water
(although I'm pretty good).
The cats weren't so happy to have the paparazzi snapping away by their home:
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| Sorry guys, you're just so cute and fuzzy. |
Later on, a girl on a bike said she liked my tank top (a
magenta Running Chic's tank), I smelled some WICKED yummy baked potatoes
(and meatloaf), saw a dude mowing his tiny lawn on a John Deere
(WTH?), nearly got run over by a cop car while crossing the street
(woah), and of course, the ultimate RZR running adventure staple:
the nekkid semi.
DUDE, this one is trying to be all camouflaged and stuff! AACK!
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| Nice try! I see you in all of your nekkidness, Mr. Semi! |
Didn't get to go outdoors that much today, but tomorrow should be nicer. Yay!
What did you see on your run today?