So, a funny thing happened on my run—
In the dark of early morning, I got dressed like I always
do: leggings, sports bra, shirt, visor, iPod, socks, shoes, beanie— to be clear,
it was my brand new, gray beanie, which I absolutely love. Loved.
Just over a mile in, a big bully snuck up behind me and stunned
me. Heart pounding, I screamed (yelped) into the cold morning in fear and
disbelief. Out of nowhere, he/she/it grabbed hold of me and wouldn’t
let go. No joke.
I looked ahead, behind, around and down, trying to make
sense of what was happening. And then I looked up.
I didn’t see the big, scary middle school bully I imagined,
but rather— an owl.
I. Kid. You. Not. An owl buzzed me, stole the hat right off my head and flew away.
This is my life.
