The neighborhood has really gone down hill this year. I was assaulted Wednesday morning on my run by the couple Im calling Bonnie and Clyde. They ran up to me aggressively and then flew overhead and hit me on the head not once, not twice, but three times as I ran flailing and screaming. Today they struck again, once on the first leg of my run as they did their routine of rushing me and then dive bombing onto my head and again on my return lap. But this time they hit hard and I knew it wasnt just feathers or feet - I really felt it this time. I was able to escape as they continued on to defend the nest they built next to the canal path and by now the light was much better as sunrise was minutes away. I turned into my neighborhood and I could see more people starting the day before the unseasonable March heat and waved as I passed. One unusual aggressive wave from a car that i returned in kind but then thought maybe she wasnt waving at me? I dunno but whatever, I was almost home. I walked in and got my glass of water and headed to the computer to log my time for the day and then the bedroom to tell Mark of the hateful geese and I was thinking of either starting to wear a helmet or change my route - at least until the hatchlings were in college. He wanted to see the welt when he said, youve got blood running down your neck. Oh, well that kinda explains the weird wave I got from the car just a few minutes ago. Maybe she was saying something and I couldnt hear over my headphones. Anyway, so now Im taking antibiotics for at least a week cus they drew first blood.
It was a literal and figurative sign from above that its time to change my morning route. I will now be running east on the canal and not west.
