Ran my first mile on the Crawfish side of Bluebonnet before hitting the hill (overpass of Bluebonnet to Swaggart Complex).  I ran past the usual parked 18 wheelers and other vehicles and noticed 3 trucks in a different spot: one white, red and a dark green.  I ran past them.  Really nothing strange about that.  Coming around to head back to the hill and I realized the dark green truck is now parked in a secluded spot away from the others with a man driving.  Too late to run somewhere else.  I was totally in the open.  It sat there as I ran by.  I turned the corner only to have it follow me at  a slow pace.  My first thought was the nearest building with people was  two parking lots away.

So how do I handle stalker man?  I had only run about 3.5 miles so my legs were not dead.  Just good and warmed up, but I know I am not fast.  I could throw my full fuel belt bottles at him.  How juvenile is that?  My only plan was to call 911 on my handy dandy cellular device.  Not much of a plan but I could get some words out that my give the authorities clues.

He finally drove past me and went as far as the 18 wheelers and stopped.   He then started blowing his horn.   Great now I will be out numbered.   I kept running with the thought that I was on church property and maybe I would be spared.   I reached the other side of the parking lot and here comes stalker man.   This time I slowed down and let him go first.   No, I was not running faster than he was driving.   If that were the case I would be qualifying with Tim for Boston.   Stalker man turned left I turned right.   Attack avoided and back to my run.

Headed back to the hill.  You will never guess who was waiting at mile 4  laughing: Horshack from Welcome Back Kotter.  Until I looked around and realized that it was me breathing. Thanks to my allergies my breathing had become his laugh.  You know the wheezing laugh.   I had to walk a bit to get rid of it.   I ran another lap and hit the hill again then back to the car with Horshack on my back.  I was glad no one was around because they would have thought I was dying.

Five miles of running, avoided stalker man, had my moments of impersonation of Horshack and glad I was done.  It is amazing what can happen in less than an hour.