Big Hole

It probably says a lot about my exercise habits that I have no clue about the relationship between bikers and runners. By runners I mean girl who walks at a leisurely pace while eating twizzlers to keep her energy up. It was my first experience walking running on a shared trail.

Everything was going fine until the bikers descended on me like a plague of locust on wheels. Every one would yell at me as they passed. I made sure that I was on the right side and wasn’t obstructing their path. I thought for a second that they wanted twizzlers. Then I realized that they were alerting their fellow bikers of my presence. At first this felt powerful until I realized apparently these people zooming on wheels can’t be trusted to watch where they are going.  It reminded me when there’s the race through town and Luke keeps complaining that they all yell about the big hole.

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