Saturday, May 30, 2009

Black Fly

The Black Fly, the little Black Fly, always the Black Fly no matter where you go....

Try to hike with the dog. Return screaming.
Attempt to bike up the road, race back cursing with bleeding neck and little black bodies in my teeth.
Dive into my kayak and madly splash and paddle my way to the middle of the lake.
The incessant black cloud of sucking horror can not be blown away. It cannot be out raced. It continues to crawl into my hair, up my nose, in my eyes, ears, down my pants. AGGHHH!
I sit at the computer and scratch my red welts and count the weeks left to train.

1 comment:

Heather said...

Ahhh, those wonderful black flies... and then come the horseflies and mosquitos, LOL! Sounds like you live where I live! VBG!