Bugs, they’re everywhere. As we run, our mouths wide open, scooping up as much air as humanly possible, bugs find the pipeline that starts with our mouth irresistible. Interestingly most people have an issue with bugs. At first sight most go into a fit of rage, jumping and waving our hands typically ending with the death of the creature. Why are we so afraid?
As runners, we encounter many of our winged friends. Some simply bounce off of our foreheads while other less fortunate actually enter our bodies. Intentional or not, our instinct is to get them out as fast as possible. On a rational level, why do we resist a little added protein to our diet? We eat flesh all the time. The ideal of catching fish and eating it soon after is considered perfection by many. The fact that the fish probably enjoyed eating it’s favourite bug a few minutes before it found our hook doesn’t seem to be an issue.
Running in Alberta, the roads at dusk always left my chest and face covered in little black flies. Running too slow gave them an opportunity to land and indulge in some of my blood. I think of it as a great motivator, run or be eaten. With my mouth open, I even had the opportunity to sample a few of them before I became dinner. I think of it as the cycle of life.
There is always “the one that got away“. True to any self respecting fish tale, my comparable bug story involved a hornet at English Bay in Vancouver last summer. Towards the end of a long run, fatigue running high, I could see a bug in the distance. Flying perpendicular to me, our paths were sure to cross. In slow motion, the bug turned in a wide arch heading strait towards me. My mouth open, what are the chances it would fly strait in? Apparently 100%, to my shock my head was filled with a buzzing sound.


