Happy New Year’s Eve Day!!
If you haven’t already, you should check out Friday’s post of 10 Drinks & Foods to Cure a Hangover. I’m coming to the party prepared.
I’ve got a banana, a refueling gel, lots of water, and a pillow for probably not enough rest. It’s worth the fun of New Year’s Eve parties, though!
Workout
Sunday, I ran around 9 miles. My GPS watch was on some crazy setting or something, and I didn’t realize it until about halfway through the run, so I had to guestimate the mileage from past experience.
Today, I ran 4 recovery miles bright and early before I picked up Matt, starting our day of fun! (Reminds me of Joey and Janice’s day. of. fun! Friends, anyone?)
Let’s Talk About Roadkill
Thankfully, I’m not driving to the partayyy this evening. We’re carpooling with my sister and John. It’ll be a nice, bonding journey, I predict. I say thankfully because yesterday I added another creature to my list of animals hit while driving—a squirrel.
I promise I’m not a vicious, animal-hating human being. Animals just have poor judgment when it comes to the ideal road crossing time. Unfortunately, there has been a cat, a bunny, and now a squirrel. Don’t let me forget the first animal I ever hit though: a chicken.
It was a sunny fall day, and I still had my permit. My father and I were driving through a windy, rural area. There were a lot of trees on both sides of the road. A farmhouse was on the left, and as we neared it, I noticed there was a creature on the right side of the road.
Apparently this house had chickens, and one had escaped recently. The especially plump fellow must have been on his way home because he seemed to be trying to cross.
Little 15-year old me saw the creature and slowed down to about 45 miles per hour, assuming it knew better than to cross when a car was coming. My dad kept telling me to slow down, but I didn’t enough in time. Thump, thump. I had just hit a chicken.
My eyes filled with tears, and I started to laugh because, honestly, I didn’t even know how to react. My father laughed in disbelief at what had just happened.
To this day he swears I hit the poor animal with all four tires.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
I guess we will never know.
And now you know the story that only my close friends have heard. It makes me laugh just thinking about it again because it happened sooooo long ago, and was such a bizarre experience.
Hope you don’t think I’m a terrible person now!
On a different note, I hope you all have a wonderful New Year’s Eve!! Now tell me…
What are your plans for the evening? Partying it up? Laying low? Going to bed before the NYC ball drops?
Are you part of the roadkill creation club?
If it makes you feel any better, the number one cause of death in squirrels is auto accidents (same thing as teenagers). However, if a squirrel survives to age one, they have a very good chance of living to age five (in the wild). I feed 13 squirrels every morning and have read a lot about the way they live (and die). I really need to get out more.
Haha so informative.