When I was growing up, we lived in a house with a partially unfinished basement. There was one room that we used mostly for storage, which we aptly named "the spider room". That place was nothing but a ceiling full of spiderwebs and it freaked me out. I don't know that I ever really had to go in there, but the thought of it, even today, makes me cringe. Had I been a little bit older when we lived in that house, I'm sure I would have used it to my babysitting advantage and threatened to lock my younger brothers inside if they didn't bow down to the wishes of "Queen Laurie". (Yes, I was that type of an older sister... needless to say I didn't have many babysitting jobs outside of the family.)
One of the things about running in the great outdoors is the opportunity to be around things that live in the great outdoors... like, say, oh, I don't know... spiders for example. I hate, hate, hate running through spider webs. It creeps me out. Not only do I hate having the sticky web, stuck to my face I just know that somewhere there is a spider attached to it, which by default means attached to me. For a while I tried to play a game where I would pretend that every spider web I ran through was a mini finish line but after crossing through finish lines every few feet my mind wasn't willing to accept that as a fun game.
Now that I'm running during the daylight hours (as opposed to early, early before the sun came up) I can actually see most of the webs and avoid them, which is a bonus. At the same time, though, seeing the things I was previously running through makes me never want to run in the dark again.
Today on my run, I was cruising along, minding my own business when I came nose to nose with the biggest, hairiest, ugliest spider I've ever seen (well except for maybe this one). It was seriously directly in front of me and I came within
inches centimeters nanometers of having it, its big hairy legs and its super sticky web all over my face. If it weren't for the best bob and weave move I've ever made (in just the nick of time, I might add) it would've been a direct hit. I'm sure the people that happened to be passing me on their bikes at that exact moment thought I was some sort of deranged person, yelling "Holy Cow!" and dancing all over the path. I wish I would've thought to take a picture of it but I was in the midst of a pretty decent tempo run and didn't want to stop (which actually means had I stopped there is no way I would've gotten up to speed again). I did however, capture a picture of this lovely fellow who climbed up the stroller's rain cover at me a little while later:
|(sorry it's a little blurry... using my phone & didn't want to get too close)|
p.s. Don't google image "spiders", I might never sleep again!