The past two days have been pretty gloomy here in Petticoat Junction. I actually had to take my evening walks in the rain. Today, as I made my way around the park, I seriously considered turning around and going back home, but, then I saw a flag football team practicing in the rain and I thought, "Oh, hellz, no; if a bunch of six year olds can tough it out, so can I".
And, I did. Right up until I had to jump over a dead snake on the trail, at the precise moment that my Fitbit buzzed to alert me that I had completed my 10,000 steps for the day, scaring the shit out of me because I was so focused on the dead snake: was it dead? Was it alive? Was it a zombie snake that was technically dead but that was about to slither between my legs and launch itself at my face? I didn't know! Also, the vibration on my wrist could have been a second zombie snake, chowing down on my arm!
I was freaked, is the point I'm trying to make.
The inopportune buzzing did let me know that I had toughed it out long enough and could head for home, however, which, I did once my heart rate returned to normal and I was able to climb out of the tree that I had launched myself into to save myself from the zombie snake apocalypse.
Ok, not really, but, close.