In April I shut down Speed Skating Mom. I wasn’t liking what it had become and needed to step away for awhile. You can read that whole story here.
Then this past week I went for a run and got attacked by a bird, THREE TIMES. At first I thought someone had thrown something at my head *stupid college kids* The second time she hit me there was beak involved. After that there was a large amount of flailing involved (mine, not the bird’s) and she finally left me alone but not before getting in one last shot. And when I got home, I thought…
When I’m old (knock on wood) and looking back over my life, THIS is what I want to remember. Not the times in my races, not what place I came in, not how well I did. I want to remember that a mother f*cking bird attacked me while running and I laughed so hard I almost peed myself.
But this time it’s going to be a little different. I’m writing it for me. That means there’s going to be swearing because I swear in real life. If that offends you I suggest you look away right now. I won’t be putting my posts out into the realm of social media but if you’re always welcome if you happen to stop by.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a beak wound to attend to.