Snakes On My Run
No, it's not the next sequel to Snakes on a Plane. It's one of the many hazards of running, albeit in a completely different category than the typical cars/dogs/injury list. So, in no particular order, here are the unmentioned hazards of running.
- Snakes on the road. It's spring. The asphalt is warm. Need I say more?
- Dead things on the road. Having to run around the road kill in all of its gory closeness is somehow very different than zipping past it at 55 mph.
- Dead things on the road, part II. The fact that the same dead things can stay there for weeks, offering you a very personal lesson in the phases of decomposition.
- Trash trucks that back up the road in the dark while weaving erratically.
- Suicidal squirrels that run out in front of me when I'm doing speed work. I have no brakes, you idiots! Not to be outdone by.....
- Killer squirrels in the woods. WATCH OUT SHANNON! Those fluffy tails are just there to draw your attention away from their razor sharp fangs.
- The ULTIMATE Dead things on the road -- shall we call this one "road spray"?
What do you consider to be the unmentioned hazards of running?


2 Comments:
At May 20, 2008 3:17 PM ,
Jodie said...
Just found your blog - hilarious. Wait, I didn't just find your blog hilarious, I just found your blog and it IS hilarious.
Anyway - fun to have girlfriends who all love (or at least like) to run.
Road Kill is pretty big on the list. And I hate the little squirrels who seem to want to play chicken on the trail with me. Get out of the way, you crazy creatures.
Top of my list, now that its spring, is the gianormous banana spider webs that seem to be everywhere. Those suckers must be able to zip out a web in no time.
At May 20, 2008 9:01 PM ,
PinkAsphaltMama said...
Oh gosh! Spider webs! There's nothing more embarrassing than to be that girl running along in the distance, then suddenly start flailing around like some maniac. Instead of being that epitome of fitness and cool, you look like some utter idiot as you vainly attempt to get the webs off, all the while freaking out that the spider itself is in your hair.
Uh oh. You just reminded me about bees. I hate summer!
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