Like a Bigfoot

It’s officially spring.

Some people look for groundhogs and their shadows, trail runners look for snakes.

Saw this little guy yesterday while doing a rare pavement run.

For the next few months trail running will consist of short bursts of adrenaline as I misjudge hundreds of roots, sticks and logs to be giant snakes.  It will also consist of every so often almost stomping down on a copperhead and then literally passing out from fear.

“I hate snakes Jock!  I hate ’em!”

One of the many ways I am exactly like Indiana Jones.