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| Wild Pig |
After yet another delicious meal last night, I decided somewhere in between the duck and the chicken dish that running had to become a priority. I woke up this morning, buttered my bread and tied on my running shoes. Running really isn't so bad when it's in the French countryside instead of the Cincinnati ghetto. Surprise, surprise right? Well, about 20 minutes away, I remembered back to the car ride with Brigitte from the train station and a little piece of information she gave me...that there are wild pigs out here. Seriously? A great thing to remember about halfway out. I would. And who the hell has ever seen a wild pig? Of course I looked it up, and here we go, please look left. I think this kid has the right idea though. If I see one of these on my next run, you better believe I'm riding it home and eating it for dinner.
In order to not get myself lost I decided to pretend I was Zoolander and was unable to make left turns. Obviously on the way back was a reverse Zoolander, but you get what I'm going for. I thought this idea was genius until my continuous right turns took me past an over-sized cross made of wood and what looked like a tent city....I kept running and decided not to question or slow down. Maybe tomorrow I will take a different route, considering no car passed me the entire time I was gone. Maybe people out here know better than to take that road...
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