The Jogger Returns

He's back. And he's watching me.

The Counterclockwise Jogger was missing for almost two weeks. Maybe I was arriving at the track later; maybe he was out of town; maybe he's reading this blog and knows to be afraid of me. But he turned up yesterday, this time with a woman. And an added mystery: he's walking. Walking with this woman. Who is she and what has she done to make this guy a Counterclockwise Walker?

I don't even look at him anymore. I know what he's going to do: jog into my path and then sigh and grunt and hiss "What the hell?" while I flail in the grass trying to get around him. So when I saw him, I kept my eyes to the ground pretending to be engrossed with the podcast on my iPod. But there was no podcast. Only silence. I had the sound turned off so that the sadomasochistic side of me could hear Counterclockwise Guy spit out his hatred.

I ran. He walked. I got closer. Out of the corner of my eye I could see his eyes on me. I decided to risk looking up, and guess what I saw? A clear path. Space! Enough room between him and the grass so that I could jog past him without sideswiping his shoulder. I turned my head just a little as I jogged by, and I saw that he too was turning his head, and staring right at me.

Meeep! He's probably put a spell on me.

Wood Factor (1-5): Undecided.