And I was like, (except not a boy)
And I totally lost my fucking mind for a minute. In a panic, I spun around and attempted to run in the opposite direction. What I managed to do instead was step on a rock, roll my ankle, and fall directly onto my ass. Graceful, right?
I flailed around like an idiot for what seemed like minutes, but was really only seconds. I could not get up and moving fast enough it seemed. That snake was going to EAT ME!!! I scraped my elbow, rolled around a little bit and was finally able to stand up and hurl myself as fast as possible in the opposite direction of the anaconda sized, man (read Becky) eating rattlesnake. I ran for a minute or so before the adrenaline finally wore off and I realized that I was hurting. It sucks being old and falling and realizing that you don't just pop up and dust yourself off quick a minute like when you are 16. I then spent the next mile hobbling back to my car like a rest home resident. My hip still hurts. You win this round, river trail.
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