Friends, I’m going to let you in on a little secret. In my experience, after eighteen miles of running, no matter how many Gu’s/SportBeanz you’ve housed, things tend to get a little dicey. As in — how shall I put this — hallucinatory. Thinking back, this could probably be explained by dehydration. True factoid: .0001% of D.C.’s water fountains work. At least the ones on my running routes. And yet, do I a) bring water or b) vary my route? Ha, ha — hell, no! But I digress. Around mile eighteen I glanced at the edge of the trail and saw an octopus, y’all! See??
Orrr…maybe just a stump. It sorta looks like an octopus, right? Sigh.
Who needs psychotropics, right? High five!