So remember a few weeks ago when I was scared I’d be running with bears?
Well Agg dubbed me SWRWB… She Who Runs With Bears
He got it ALMOST right.
She Who Runs With Bugs
Maybe not as admirable as my first title, but certainly more truthful.
This particular day I came back covered with them. My face, my hands, my chest, my neck….
They’re all dead, of course. I’m assuming they drowned in my sweat, but they may have died upon impact. I was pretty fast that day.
And I’m quite sure I swallowed one or two. And one got stuck in my eye.
Ahh, the joys of running in the country.
It beats running through the woods with bears however….