If I don't, who will?
I ran my longest run tonight.....7.2 miles. I'm no marathon runner at this point in life, just a maintenance runner, longing for a longer life.
But this is the funny part.
As I was running my normal route, I felt a misquito on my leg. Like any normal human I stopped to swat it off, only to see it replaced by five or six more blood sucking bugs. Then I remembered that those school grounds have a serious skeeter problem, so I did the logical thing, started running. Fast.
Not fast enough. I glanced behind me and there had to be at least 30 'squitos hard on my tail. They wanted blood. So I ran faster. I ran faster for a good quarter mile, knowing that if I stopped I couldn't swat them all off me and wondering how far squitos can fly before they get tired.
At least a quarter of a mile. Are you kidding me? Because yes, I did run 7 miles but I can only run at light speed for about a quarter of a mile. I was pooped. At last I stopped ready to swat. By then there were only a few misquitos left.
It was pretty awful. And pretty funny.