Ghetto Cat Loop/Orange Street Loop

It always surprises me when I'm reminded how readily smells are borne by the crisp, almost metallic air of fall and shit. This morning in windy gray, damp mid-50s along the Ghetto Cat Loop, I crossed block-long wafts of chicken from, I believe, the Dixie Pig, and then donuts from Mark's. I jogged for a total of five minutes and otherwise walked to complete the loop in 26:51.

It's definitely fall. I didn't need weather.com to confirm that, only to specify that the temperature is 45 degrees with an 18 mile-an-hour wind (gusting to 26). I jogged the Orange Street Loop, at about 5:30 p.m. Central, wearing gloves and ear muffs, in 30:35, with splits of 10:20, 10:07, and 10:08.