See this guy?
He stung me yesterday on my run....twice. Well, maybe not exactly this one, but a cousin of his for sure!
I've been writing some informative blogs the last two times and thought I would stick this personal, random, just FYI blog in the mix.
But seriously , he stung me...did I say TWICE?
I was having a good moderate run of 4 miles timed just right before my long run on Friday.. So I was happy to have timed my week out perfectly, getting that run in was important in that flow.
Just as I was to mile 3, feeling oh so fine, I had just taken off my jacket. A few paces later I felt it; a sharp piercing needle point poke. It was right below my arm band for my iphone. So I naturally thought somehow the armband was pinching me. As I reached to adjust the band, the piercing became evident it was a bug and I swatted it upon which it landed on my shirt on my side. In a split second it stung me again there under my ribs. It happened so fast I was stunned and never stopped running in the process!
I was thankful that the woman I had just passed was far enough behind me around the last bend she didn't see the commotion and most likely embarrassing reaction. I was NOT thankful that I had one more mile to run and on the backside of my trail with no short cuts to get to my car. I had to keep running.
I am amazed that I have never in my life of 45 years been officially stung by a wasp or bee like creature before. Probably because when I have seen one I run faster and they have no hope of getting me. I am also amazed that this particular wasp had an opportunity to land on me without me noticing WHILE I WAS MOVING AND RUNNING! Obviously this was a strain of mutant ninja covert wasps! I never saw it coming! That gave me something to think about while I was running with my arm and side on fire with intermittent piercing shooting pain.
I was wondering for a little bit of my run back to car, with only one arm pumping and the other held out a distance from my side holding my shirt away from my side because each swath of material rubbing on the sting was crazy pain, I was wondering, having never been bitten before, if I was one of the statistics of people who have allergic reactions to stings. I kept monitoring my breathing, feeling my throat as I swallowed and moving my tongue around to feel if it was swelling or not. A mental few pictures of "HITCH" came to my mind with Will Smith's lips swollen...it wasn't funny at the time.
I was tempted to tell a few people I passed (because at that point I was running pretty fast just to get it over with) that I had been stung. I knew they wouldn't care and it really wasn't important to anyone except me, so I opted to do what most people do with non-important personal information, I posted it on Face Book as soon as I got in the car.
Well now here I am the next day after spending yesterday using every concoction of home remedies written as comments on my Face book post and fretful night of getting up to reapply cortisone. I am convinced I need to do a blog on all the things that have happened and I have seen on the trail when I run. I first have to get my phone out in time to capture the guy riding a unicycle playing the guitar!
