Day 4,029 —Running from a Goose—

 

It was nice to run with the sun coming up. I had my headlamp on, but I didn’t need it after the first mile. It was my fourth day of running with my weighted vest, and I almost didn’t notice it. It is amazing how much you can get used to things.

         I had a decent night of sleep, but I was aggressively tired and was struggling to focus on reading, but instead spent the morning reading Reddit posts. The last section in the book I was reading, I Don’t Want to Talk about it, made me so upset seeing how common it is to start reinforcing gender norms as early as three-years-old. The pressure that boys are under to be manly is often described as a privilege and not as a factor leading to long-term depression and addiction.

The strangest thing happened when I was running home. A goose was hissing at me, which I had seen before, so I knew to back off, but this goose was not satisfied with me backing off, and it charged at me. At this point, I was running on the grass to try to get away from this hissing goose. I turned to look at the goose, and it started flying towards me.

         Thankfully it overshot its charge and I stopped and ran horizontally to get as far away from where she had landed as possible.

I got away, but it was scary! I interact with geese all the time, and I have never experienced anything like that before.