I hear Facebook is hashtagging it now, so let’s so how the title of this post holds up.

Bee Sting

Look closely at my collarbone. See that little area of irritation? That, my dear runner friends is a runnerprob I’d never encountered.

LeeAnn Rimes, that sassy little minx, was playing on the iPod, and I must’ve run directly into the little sucker, because all of a sudden, I was hit, and I had to run home with my collarbone stinging because sweat kept dripping into it.  Whew!  Drama.  Folks, the moral of the story is, carry your Epipen around, you never know when you’ll be hit with dat beestang.