I can’t think of the last time I was bloodied playing a sport, or running, or really, doing anything but chopping vegetables or giving birth. So it was a bit of a surprise to me when my face failed to catch a flying disc and I walked away with a drip of blood coming down my nose.
On the one hand I feel super tough. A disc to the face? That’s pretty hard core. On the other, I’m confused. How did the three other people going for the disc not stop it from getting to my face? Especially when I was by far the shortest dog in the fight.
But it looks cool, right? If you’re not bleeding, you’re not trying?