As a runner I often encounter bugs. I do not like bugs so I enjoy none of it. Luckily most of my bug encounters are brief. Like when I see a bug on the pavement in front of me. I can go around it or, if I’m feeling particularly brave, I can jump over it. I have had more unpleasant bug encounters, however. Like running through a spider web. Or what I like to call a scream-fest. And then there are those runs that take me through a swarm of gnats. That’s fun when your mouth is open. NOT. I did have a bug manage its way into my eye on one run. I died a little. I bring all this up because this morning on my run I had a pretty gross bug encounter. I was particularly sweaty because I was running in a windbreaker. I was running much warmer than I usually do and my face was dripping with sweat. I was almost home and it happened. I felt it. SLAP. A bug hit my cheek. I immediately did what I always do in this situation, I smacked at my face frantically in an attempt to brush the little bugger off of me. That usually works. Not today. This bug was bigger than I initially thought it was. WAY bigger. In my multiple hysterical attempts to get it off of me I had only made things worse. It was stuck on me and with every swipe of my hand it just moved around rather than fell off. How I wasn’t screaming at this point I will never know. Anyway, eventually I got most of the that bug carcass off of my face. Most. Ew. And Guh.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t smear bug guts all over your face!!!