like going on a jog for the first time in months and being really terrified that I’ve lost every ounce of muscle and will trip and fall and not be able to get up.
and then seeing a gaggle of wild turkeys cross the path in front of me. literally 3 feet in front of me. yeah, I was a little scared of them, so I kind of circled around. but c’mon, wild turkeys! i love wild turkeys!
i bet there aren’t wild turkeys in the ‘burbs of Boston.