Have I ever mentioned that I hate squirrels?
Like Stephen Colbert with bears, I have made squirrels my public enemy number 1.
The reason? They have torn up my shed and do so on an annual basis, turning it into their winter shelter and leaving a mess. And they attempted to colonize my attic last year — costing me $300-plus to have them removed.
So, yes, I hate squirrels.
What does this have to do with running? The last two days, as I’ve run through the Princeton Collection development in Plainsboro, I’ve come across squirrels digging in garbage bags and otherwise foraging for debris and garbage.
Yesterday’s encounter was a bit startling — as I passed a couple of trash bags in front of a house on Hamilton Road, I must have scared the squirrel. It jumped out, surprising me, causing me to lurch a bit and get my heart racing. Not what I needed as I reached the midpoint of my run.
Today I was prepared — though this time there were two. The squirrel brought reinforcements.
In any case, I managed four miles again today — in 37:51 — listening to Bruce Springsteen’s The River on the iPod.
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