on Saturday morning, a bee of some variety got trapped in the boxer shorts I run in, stung me way too close to unmentionable for comfort 6 times before I could figure out what was going on. Just as I got to a secluded part of the trail and freed the poor little bastard, I looked up and found myself in front of a downed tree that had pulled power lines down with it. Called 911, and figured by the time they got there, if I was going to need transport due to the stings I'd be in good shape.
Last I saw as I waddled away in secret but safe pain, a whole mess of fire fighters were headed down the trail to the power lines.
If I'd been riding my bike instead of running with the dog, none of that would have happened. Moral of the story? Don't mow your lawn, or go for a run, ride your bike instead 