Running

Inspired by a podcast of the same name (running is BS) that loves to hate running.

This week I particularly hate running because...

Spring time in upon the northern hemisphere, but that brings about the freaking hoard of hovering flies 🪰🪰🪰🪰🪰 at mouth level for easy ingestion.

Whether it is parks, trails, by water bodies, I can't seem to get away from them and always end up eating a mouthful of tiny flies, or at least up in my nostrils.

The worst was when I held my breath over a few steps thinking I made it through a patch, and gasping my way into another horde and engulfing a mother road after. UGH.