I felt only relief . . . and not my normal irritation

when fat dog stopped to poo this morning. Twice. Because I got a walk break. I did 2 miles before work, but walked most of the 2nd mile. In fact, I only started running again when I came upon this old indian woman who lives across the street, probably a mother-in-law, and she waddles every single morning in her full on Indian attire what I'm pretty sure is the same route I run. So, you know, I couldn't WALK past her, I had to show her what's up.