Whilst running, I was attacked by a bear.

Well, not really.  But sort of.

I was breezing through my usual route when suddenly I felt bear claws raking down the back of my arm.  There are few things more fearful and distressing than being attacked by a large predator while running.

But when I whipped around armed with my mace canister which I haven’t fully figured out how to operate,  I realized I had actually brushed into a large recycle bin filled with an abundance of tree branches.  Why someone would try to recycle their amputated tree limbs-masquerading-as-grizzly-bears  is beyond me.

The point is, you never know what terrible foes you will confront upon your run.  Even if those foes turn out to be inanimate objects.

I think I was going somewhere with this, but now I am not so sure.

Also, I realize that you aren’t supposed to vanish from the Blogosphere  for over 20 days and then come back only to post about being attacked by tree branches.  My blogging resources tell me I need to be more consistent.

Based upon this premise, I intend to implement a  two-times per week posting schedule.  Promise!  🙂



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