I am over these damn snakes. Really I cannot not take them any more. They are all evil spawns of the devil straight from hell who are out to get me. I am convinced they will not quit until I am in the ER with a drip bag of anti-venom attached to me.
I cannot even tell you how many encounters with snakes I have had this summer because there have been so many. The worst should have been when one struck at me on the bike and actually hit the rear wheel, but nope it wasn't the worst, tonight tops it.
So I am in the middle of a tempo run about 4.5 miles in and feeling just wonderful. Holding about a 7:30 pace and I make the turn onto a sidewalk that is between the 9th Hole of the Golf Course and a stream. I like running on this section because it is a pretty flat straight away that is about a mile long. It is dark but we have a street light about every 50 yards or so. We had a pretty windy day and quite a few limbs and branches are scattered about. As I am running on the sidewalk I see what appears to be another branch about 10 yards ahead of me in a dark area of the sidewalk. As I get to maybe a yard away from this "branch" on the sidewalk it is at this point I realize that it is a freaking huge ass snake - and it is looking right at me! My only option is to jump over this snake. I was running to hard to try and pull up and stop because at this point I am right on top of the snake. So I leap like Dominique Wilkins over this slimy bastard!
After I clear the snake I sprint about 20 yards away and immediately stop and turn around and I must have scarred it pretty good too because it is now in the coiled up strike position. So at this time I am afraid it has friends but I really want to see what kind of snake it is so I jump over the grass onto the main road and literally tip-toe back towards the coiled snake while scanning the area like a U.S. Drone Plane. Well, it is without a doubt a f'n Water Moccasin (or better known as a Cotton Mouth), these are extremely aggressive and venomous snakes. It is about 4ft in length and about as thick as my forearm - one mean looking SOB. Here is a pic of what this one looked like:
You can always tell the Water Moccasin by the shape of the head. It has the shape of a spade, as you can see from the picture above. If you see one like this stay away.
After I determined it was a Water Moccasin I became very antsy and sprinted back to the house - in the middle of the road - and avoided every stick or twig. It really sucked.
No doubt in my mind if I wouldn't have had the presence of mind to leap this bitch it would have hit me. I think my next few runs are going to be on the treadmill.
Thanks for Reading,