I came across a hot dog (sorta)

 At the end of mile 8  on my cool down I crossed Wieneke and there sitting in the middle of the street was a Styrofoam hot dog container. In pristine condition with not so much as a nick or dent it looked as if it were placed there like some wild modern art installation. In my post tempo run delirious state I did not open it to see if it actually contained a hot dog. I regret that now, but my mind set me on getting home and back into bed.

Now I'll never know. There are huge wind gusts that I am sure would have blown the container away even if it did contain a hot dog (with or without condiments). It's possible it fell off some lineman's truck after he got called away to fix a downed powerline. A less exciting scenario is that it just blue there after a carnival at the senior home across the street. (This would make sense in the summer, but not so likely in the winter).

If you're waiting for the big metaphor or life lesson, here it is: if you don't open the hot dog container you'll never know whether there is anything inside or not.

There. You can take that to the bank.

This is a regret I can live with, but just in case, I'm going to run by the area tomorrow and despite my skeptism that it will still be around, even if I only have the outside chance of solving the mystery I'll give it a try. I wouldn't want a perfectly good hot dog to go to waste. 

1mi wu, x7@marathon pace 7:14 1mi cd