I was in a bend in the trail about mid-way through the 10 K course. My job was to hand out orange slices. Behind me a thick stand of trees provided welcome shade.
In a quiet moment between runners, I heard thrashing in the trees. I could see nothing in there, but it sounded like something big. I made noise, jumped and sang, hoping to scare off whatever it was. Then . . .
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