Proclamation: I would rather be in the middle of a tightly-packed crowd of 1,000 nasty sweaty runners at the end of a marathon than have to run through ONE. MORE. CLOUD. of skunk musk*.
That is all.
*I had to hold my breath it was so bad. Holding breath while running = not a good idea.
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I'm gonna take your word on the skunk musk.
Just thought I should tell you that I just stopped laughing from your post on my blog about small dogs. that was too damn funny!
Last year, we had a skunk let 'er rip outside of our house...right next to the furnace intake pipe. And it just so happened that it was cool enough that morning that the furnace was running. Our entire house, including the bedroom where we were sleeping, was filled with skunk musk (it was about 5:00 a.m.). It wasn't even like we could open the windows, because the smell wasn't any better outside.
A few weeks ago a skunk discharged in our backyard (thankfully missing the dog by mere inches, I think) and the noxious cloud of vapors drifted right into the kitchen through an open window. I have never smelled anything so awful in my entire life. It was throat- and eye-searing. It took a good long while for the smell to dissipate completely.
Second to skunk musk... "tramp cloud" also notably referred to as "slut smog."
I ran past a herd of chicks that smelled like the entire deparment store perfume counter was in motion...
One of my fondest memories of the Hungry Duck run in Brighton was the multitude of dead skunkery... thanks for that rememberance ;-).
Happy Thursday!
Here in the Lansing area we have a omnipresent skunklike odor but it's called the Grand River.
Sometimes my nightmares consist solely of the odor of skunk musk. I wake up confused, wondering how the smell dissipated so quickly. Ick.
Running while holding breath = pass out only to be revived by potent skunk butt spray = bad day running = no cat bath upon return home.
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