Every so often I go on a run with my two friends who run
marathons, bike 150 miles for Multiple Sclerosis and swim across Lake
Washington. The logical question for the fair weather jogger is; “How far are
we going?” Both are such good sports with their tagalong friend, stopping at corners
to make sure I haven’t dropped dead.
When I ask myself how far I can run today, I usually listen
to my inner plumbing. I’ll go as far as Betty bladder will let me. I have no
intentions of taking a detour from the main path to find a tree where I can hide
what my spandex cannot.
On a recent run, while waiting for the crossing light, one
of the gals asked if I had head the nettles story. Nettles…stinging
nettles? One could only imagine.
There is nothing worse
than coming home from a long run wishing you had identified the prickly
assailant before you exposed your sensitive areas to the sticky hairs that itch
like crazy.
How far do I run? To the next public restroom!
For an image and further information about stinging nettles go to
Love this!!! Kecia
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