Sometimes when I run, I get into this bizarre hunter/survival state. For instance, tonight I was cruising along on a berm loop enjoying the darkness and the crunchy snow when a rabbit darted out from a shrub. My first instinct was to chase it down and spear it (with the spear I carry while running?).
Then I realized that might look odd to the sledders on the hill behind me. Not to mention I know nothing about hunting or cleaning rabbits.
The rabbit got away, and I was forced to go to the dining hall for dinner.
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