So, I'm sure you've heard of being Chick'd on the race course, but the other day, I was Squirrel'd!  Say what?

Here's how it went down. 

I was minding my own business running my normal 6.2 mile course at lunch, when at about mile 3, a squirrel jumped out on the road ahead of me.  It's a country road, so I didn't think much of it. 

He continued running just ahead of me for a little while and I was thinking, "Awww.. how cute."

Then- with just about a couple hundred yards separating us, he stopped.  Turned around and stared me down.   His competition.  He taunted me like Usain Bolt in the Olympics. Then he about-faced 180 degrees and took off running like a shot, leaving me - his unworthy running companion in the dust. 

All I have to say is, "Fine.  You're faster than me on the run.  But, let's see how you do with the swim and the bike ahead of it, you fluffy little speedster."