So, I run along a Rio Grande Bosque trail at lunch (40 minutes ~4 miles). Now, running in the Bosque (a Spanish word meaning poorly maintained forest) I hear a lot of little things running into the bushes around me, mostly lizards and little squirrels, but today I came around a little corner and this hairy beast at least the size of a love seat bounds out of the bushes at me, OK would you believe a garbage can, Alright about the size of a water bottle. Size isn’t what was important though, this thing was plain mean and had murder in its eyes, damn people give me a break it was terrified and covered about 10 feet in two hops before vanishing into so underbrush but not all small things are harmless look at those tree frogs that can kill everything in the jungle or whales, they haven’t killed anyone since Ahab, obviously killer whales are to be excluded since by definition they are killers.
Anyway, I’m more than a little startled by Bugs and am watching him bolt away and not where I am going. This is not really that funny so please don’t laugh people will think you are weird, I careened off the trail into some grass and had a stick latch into my shoelaces. I made about one half of one step before I realized that this was not going to end well since I had one end of the stick caught in my laces and the other end stuck in god knows what 3 feet away. I excellently performed a 180-ass plant in the half tuck position (same as that Hamm kid at the Olympics) and literally burst out laughing at my own absurdity.
I hope this brightens up someone’s afternoon; I have no skin left on the heel of my palms so things are going to be touch and go for a while.