Varying work schedules makes working out with my ultimate workout buddy/boyfriend, Matt a tad difficult sometimes. Tonight, Matt and I decided to do a late night bike ride after dinner. Philly is well lit at night and it would finally be cooler enough to enjoy ourselves. As much as I had fun, I don't know if I will do it again.
One thing I guess I forgot about while living in Philly was bugs. Flies, yes. But BUGS. No, I forgot about them. The first (and last) ten minutes of the hour long ride were fine. The usual warm emptiness of the Philadelphia concrete jungle. Then when we got back near those green things (I think I remember them being called "trees", "grass", and "bushes") the attack began.
It began with little buggies flying and hitting me in the face: little gnats and such. Then the swarms got bigger and more and more uncomfortable. Then it got to the point where it felt like I was being pelted in the face with lots of little pebbles; like I was tailgating a dump truck.
Then I got hit forcibly by something in the stomach. Confused, I looked down, and saw A HUGE BEETLE clinging to my shirt. I freaked out and starting screaming and flailing and shaking my shirt. I am very surprised I didn't crash or fall off my bike. The beetle was probably the size of a half dollar but in my mind, at that moment, it was like the beetle on Donna's back in the Doctor Who episode "Turn Left" (seen above).
After I recovered from that freak out, I continued biking then I had a big bug land IN MY MOUTH! I obviously didn't see this bug, but it was definitely much smaller than the last one. We were almost ready to turn back (half way done), so I just shut my mouth and kept my head down for the rest of the ride. I am pretty sure I ingested about a dozen mini bugs, probably got many up my nose, as well as probably another dozen in my eyeballs. I have been contemplating getting running/biking glasses. Now I am sure I should go find some. Any suggestions are welcome.
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