The Pot Head Athlete- More 'POT'

So Yesterday I mentioned in my FB status 'I was feeling productive....'. So I thought I would go and make something of it.... and I did. I accomplished quite a bit...All before noon too. I met with a 'business angel' and I was very pleased with how it went. I left the meeting feeling way better then OK. But, I still felt productive. Until I remembered the DVR back home was recording a movie I could see again...I loved the book hated the movie sort of thing..."Running with Scissors" was on Bravo...so I decided to head home but take my time since it was DVR'ing Right?

Again, I was a little excited about the day and decided to make the longer walk home around 'back cove' instead of the shorter trek up and over the hills of up town Portland. Back Cove is a great part of Portland. It is basically a paved trail that runs along the waterside to get behind the peninsula of the city. Where I live! And it is one of my favorite walks. It must be shared though. With the high sprinting runners in 4 million dollar sneakers that seem to achieve speeds of 100 miles an hour as they sprint by with very impressive speed. But they are no comparison to the speed of the Cannondale cycling athletes....Clearly they achieve even greater speeds....but then, there are the casual slumbers like myself who just smile and stare at the sea while walking a lazy speed. Some... walking dogs. Or even running them.

Just like any other dog walking athletic venturing site seeing trail there are general rules. Very much like traffic flows on a road. One direction on one side-the opposite the other direction. And as I discovered today...it is equally dangerous as a road traffic pattern.

"LEFT LEFT" is all hear from right behind me. I spin quickly and heavily around making sure I fling my hair for effect... and my k nap sack swung with us. BAM! And next thing I know I am on the ground. I look around for a moment and there is poor heavy set girl laying on the ground too. She had been riding her bike... but clearly not at Cannondale athlete speeds. Thank god for me. But unfortunately for her. I still have not removed 'the POT' from my k nap sack.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" I demand. I probably should have asked if she was OK but I was pissed and busy checking to see if 'the POT' had been damaged.
"I said 'Coming in from the left' at least three times" she explains as she looks at my pot. "Well what the fuck are you doing assuming everyone has perfect hearing then?" I blurt to her. "You had plenty of time to reposition yourself after your second warning!!!" I say. "Oh you know what fuck you you fucking rude asshole" she says back to me. "Oh Go ride your fucking bike in traffic you dumb bitch." I exclaim as I get up fix my hair...brush myself off and waltz away!
The 'POT' was left unharmed.