So I (Fletcher) somehow thought it would be a good idea to go for another trail run tonight with the nerds on a bum ankle (mistake 1). Then I made it to the park without bug spray (mistake 2). Though, at this point, there is no additional swelling from the slight sprain during the Psycho Night race, I'm sure my ankle will thank me with stiffness in the morning. The bugs, however, were not nearly as forgiving. It would seem my every leg hair beckoned to them; the tiny wandering dots black & brown. SEED TICKS!!! It wasn't until I finished the 4.5 mile loop that I discovered just how many. Thousands...I grabbed some baby wipes from another runner, but there were just to many, so I subjected myself to the stink of Shawnee Mission Lake. Nearly falling, I slid down the slime covered boat ramp and into the water. 10 minutes of scrubbing and flailling produced adequate results. I quickly loaded up and went home. Little did I know that 90 minutes of showering and grooming, along with half a package of baby wipes would be necessary to rid myself of the beasts. (I even used rubbing alcohol and a scotch brite pad!)
All I can say is: Lesson(s) Learned...
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