So lately Dallas has been having torrential rain. This isn't unusual -- we often get pouring rain in the spring thunderstorms that love this part of the country. But to have 3+ days of non-stop torrential rain is weird.
So when I got to the track last night, the rain had stopped but the track was soaked. It was a mucky, disgusting MESS. Reddish mud and nastiness was everywhere.
At first, I was slogging through a couple of miles at a walk, and all of a sudden I noticed that I had company on this miserable track.
There was a large puddle in the football field in the middle of the track. The puddle was maybe ten feet long and two feet wide and surely couldn't have been that deep. But despite the tiny size of the puddle, three fat ducks were swimming peacefully, without a care in the world.
OK, so I'm not used to ducks swimming on a football field, and I'm especially not used to running past ducks swimming on a football field. I felt bad for them because any time I walked or ran past them, they freaked out, swam out of the puddle, and hauled ass across the forty-yard line, trying to put some distance between us. Then when I had passed, they waddled back to the puddle and hopped right back in. This went on over and over, because I did around 12 laps of either walking or running. The damn ducks never figured out that I had zero interest in them. Like clockwork, they waddled away, stopped, turned, and waddled back. Ducks are strange.
Or maybe they were practicing a few plays on the football field? Taking care of some early spring training?
The nasty track conditions were also interesting because they left footprints. I saw people footprints, dog footprints, and of course those adorable V-shaped duck footprints. (But only across one section of the track, where the ducks crossed to get to the puddle. My duck friends apparently weren't interested in circling the track to lose a few inches in the waistline, like me. I guess ducks don't have to deal with the joy and then horror of eating THREE BOXES OF GIRL SCOUT COOKIES. Damn those Thin Mints.)
Duck Wanna-be Football Players + Running = An Interesting Evening at the Track.
LOL on the ducks :D You'd think they'd figure out after a few laps that you weren't going to dive after them.