Squeaking thighs and a Butt shaped buoy.

Hello again!
This morning I ran with Carol. That was a good run. I thought we did about 4.5 miles but her watch said we did between 5 and 6 miles. I won't argue. Those straight-a-ways in the dark play tricks on your mind when you start feeling tired. We ran on the high side of the spillway. A light rain and easy breeze. An SUV even honked at us while we ran. They saw us from the back side, (wink,wink). We both still got it. I even wore shorts for the run. I don't usually wear shorts because I don't feel as though my legs look... good...nice... they're fat. Especially around the inside of the knees. I look knock-kneed. I can only imagine the fright some of the drivers had when they realized those were two legs running toward them and not reflective tape adhered to my would-be jogging pants.
And although Carol said she didn't notice, I noticed. The shorts I was wearing were the stretch nylon type. Well little did I know that due to the direction the grain of the fabric, my ever-rubbing thighs squeaked! Think of windshield wipers on a dry windshield, but faint in the distance. At first I heard the squeaking, but didn't think it could be me. I mean where on earth would I be squeaking from? (Keep comments to yourself please, this is a PG-13 show) . Maybe the SUV guy was actually the creepy van guy trying to tell me to cover them up, but I was too flattered to notice. Or the frequency of my thighs caused him to spastically hit his horn out of shear mercy.
Anyway, the only part of the run I had a problem with was the bridge. Remember my sensitivity to large expanses of water? Well, hearing a great amount of water rushing underfoot is just as bad as seeing it. I know what you might be thinking, that I have driven the length before, but there is a difference when you're doing 60 with Moondance blaring out of the speakers. My stomach turned when I realized what I was hearing and I had to focus on the positive: "I know my ass can float like a bouy, so don't panic." I never let on to Carol, but she probably noticed a difference in my breathing and speed.
I know we're suppose to ice down after, but I have a streak of impatience. I also refuse to fill the bathtub with cold water. So I do then next harshest thing my body hates me for. I turn on the shower to freezing cold and start with one leg. First the foot. Once that gets acclimated, I move up to the calf/shin and so on until the whole leg is a popsicle. Then the other. The feet and knees are the hard part. After them, the rest is easy. The trick is not to let the rest of you get in the line of fire or else a funny thing happens. All breathing ceases for about a good minute. I don't recommend this method especially for those with sharp objects in the vicinity, since the body reacts to drastic temperature changes in a rather spastic way.

I enjoyed the run this weekend. I must admit, the map got me worried but it wasn't as long as it had looked. And for once while running the long run, no buzzards circled overhead like when I am on the levee. (Am I the only one he flies for or has any of you seen that same buzzard circling over your head when you run?) My only difficulty was the slant of the road. My knee lets me know when I am off balance. And I had no sudden urges to hurl myself into oncoming traffic. It was a good day.