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.
Some extra protein doesn’t hurt anyone.
For me, it’s always the salt drying and then drifting down my eyes to make them water
so much this yes. I would love to trade that burning salty drip in your eyes with more flies in my nostrils any time if I could
Now I’m wondering about the taste of salted flies on my runs. Proteins and electrolytes directly in 1 gulp
Isn’t that what bandanas are for? The kind some tennis players wear?