Nearly 2 miles into my 4-mile run, I was starting to “shake out” the lingering discomfort from Saturday’s hilly long run. Suddenly, I was stopped in my tracks by a sharp stinging sensation in the crook of my right knee. I looked down to fina a black and yellow wasp stuck to my inner leg. Slowly, I lifted my tights away from my leg. He held tight to his spot. I waved my hand over him hoping the air movement would send you on his way and not aggrevate him to attack. Thankfully, he took flight.
The throbbing continued. I kept checking to see if he had returned to torture me some more but he was no where in sight. Without my epi-pen on my person, I thanked God that it was a wasp and not a honey bee. Then I turned back (0.15 miles early), reminding myself that it was “okay” and trying to focus on the soreness in my quads as I tried to continue running. The lingering soreness was now a gift as I tried to divert my attention from one pain to another. Upon reaching my car, I immediately went to get some ice on my leg.