Comedian Dave Attell said he’d never become a jogger, because joggers are always the ones that find bodies. I hope that’s never me. The most I ever expected to see was car parts left from wrecks during my New Year’s Day morning run. I didn’t. But here’s something I did see…. blood bags.
They were empty blood bags, but blood bags nonetheless.
It happened last weekend, during my first post-op long run. They were spewed along the road. I saw them and thought they couldn’t be what they looked like. When I backtracked, I got a second look. I still thought, “No, that can’t be.” I glanced at a bag and saw stickers with bar codes. One sticker had a big “A.”
“That’s such a generic letter,” I reasoned. “I’m sure it doesn’t stand for Type A blood.”
Then, I stopped and stared at another one. It had a different label - “O+”.
I couldn’t think of any non-blood-related O+ references. I have to start asking other runners what kind of stuff they’ve run across.
Former high school water girl (really) finally running.