Dressed in my black secret stealth clothes, I went out to run another manure mile in the pasture. I waited until my very chatty and nosy neighbor had gone in her house for the night. A repeat of last night's scenario left me no other option but to run "lines" again alternating from jogging to the middle fence and sprinting back to the front fence. I was already in the negative for time since the sun had just set, but I was able to get a mile in before I couldn't see the piles to avoid anymore. The air was thick with smoke from fires somewhere and my lungs didn't like it. That's when I called it quits.
It was a very short run and 10:12 later I had logged a mile more than when I started.