running

oh, what a mistake to make!

yesterday, wanting to wait until the unforgiving sun went down a bit, i decided to go for a little run at dusk. things started out fine; it felt good to really use my legs again (hadn't in about two months), and the path was so scenic. with the rolling hills and vibrantly green rice paddies whizzing by, i felt energized and happy--until i began to sweat.

back home, i sweat a little bit when i run. here, i become a human waterfall. my loose shirt was completely stuck to me, sweat rolled down my arms and face and legs, and i had a face redder than a tomato.

i didn't mind too much, other than having to bid people "konnichiwa" while looking like a freak. however, about halfway through my rice paddy jaunt, brown clouds of mosquitos appeared out of nowhere. they began hitting my face and arms as i went, sticking to my sweat. then, as my mouth was open and panting, a poor bugger flew in.

he was flying around in my throat, and i tried to spit him out, but he was stuck....so i ate him. it was an awful decision to have to make, but it was the only one possible.

i'm not quite sure if i want to run again anytime soon. maybe i'll find a more civilized route...one not plagued with bloodsuckers. wish me luck!

also, sidenote: after singing at the culture festival, the english teachers have decided to use me as a human jukebox during class. this week, i've sung green day's "wake me up when september ends" to four classes. i didn't really mind, but when i sang this morning, the kids shrieked for me to keep going. i turned really red, said i was embarrassed, and they all lost their heads and began clapping and screaming. what have i done?!

with a stomach full of mosquito larvae,
lilly