Friday, November 7, 2008

Why I don't jog

Nobody looks good when they jog. I must see at least a dozen people every weekend lurching down the street dripping in sweat and gasping for air all in the name of "exercise." It seems like a pretty fruitless endeavor, but it turns out it's also incredibly dangerous.
A jogger in Arizona was bitten by a fox on Monday and then proceeded to do what any level-headed person would do when attacked by a potentially rabid wild animal that can't be dislodged from one's flesh. She kept it clamped to her arm as she ran back up the trail - for about a mile - and then stashed it in her car to take it to the hospital to have it tested for rabies.
Oh, and when she got to the hospital, the fox bit an animal control officer. So now the two will be receiving a series of painful rabies shots.
I've never jogged, but I've also never been bitten by a rabid fox while sitting in a bar chainsmoking.

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