69.1 miles and all I got as a memento was epic bird shit on my shoulder and knee.
Yeah it was gross. I thought a tree nut or something hit me from above. Then I looked at my leg and saw the splatter damage on the knee. It was gross. Then I felt the warm, wet nastiness on the left shoulder. It was gross.
Mike and Gary were laughing, and kept saying, "AWESOME!" It wasn't awesome, it wasn't funny. I squirted off my knee and took off my jersey to clean it. If was ALL gross.
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