So despite having the beginnings of a spring cold I forced myself out for a run today. Setting a pretty good rhythm 1/2 way through my run I hit one of the passages in the champs de Mars when all of a sudden something rebounded off my chin and splattered all over my front. I fond myself with bird crap all in the zipper of my sweat. A group of toursist just looked at me wiping my face and just struggling to not vomit between the general feeling of being sick and the complete disgust of what I had suddenly encountered. All I could do was shrug “Well that’s what I get for being healthy.”
But I finished running and took a cute picture of two ducks on my way home.