In other good news, my knees are much, much better. I ran 8 miles today with only a little stiffness near the end of the run. Last weekend's 16 mile run was more painful, but it wasn't so much my knees as everything else - I was a mess of blisters and soreness. The physical therapy exercises have helped immensely - I highly recommend Sport and Spine to anyone in the DC area.
And the third piece of good news is that I'm no longer coming home from runs with dead flies on my forehead. My friend Meredith unhelpfully suggested that I stop slathering my forehead with honey, but I think they were actually drowning in a toxic mix of sweat and sunblock. I know, it sounds gross because it IS gross. Luckily, insect season is ending with the cooler weather.
Unluckily, the fly plague has moved indoors. A day after my roommate Erika left for a trip to Nicaragua, we were hit by an invasion of fruit flies. I've hidden all the fruit, poured boiling water down the disposal, and set out traps with soap and vinegar, but they're annoyingly persistent. I want Erika to hurry up and come home so we can devise our battle plan. My friend Jon suggested buying a bat, and I've also always wanted a carnivorous plant. And our secret weapon: If it starts to look like we're losing the war, I'll jog back and forth in the kitchen, killing flies with my forehead.
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Hmm-the fly encounters are interesting. My worst insect accident involved an angry bee. She collided with my forehead on a 6-mile run, and by the time I arrived home my left eye was swollen shut.
The worst collisions ever are with spiders in their webs across Ozark forest hiking trails. If you are jogging on the trails, you're moving too quickly to see them. Webs in your face and spiders somewhere in your hair- ugh!
So - be grateful for those flies.
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