I am NOT a bug

I was slightly angry this morning during my workout. Actually, the anger started last night when I was supposed to go meet Memphis in Motion for the workout, but it was raining, and I had a volleyball game. So, I decided to wake up early and do it this morning.

It was speed/pace work, which in itself is not the most fun, especially by my lonesome. I didn't feel like filling up my fuel belt, so I just took a water bottle down with me (I was running on the street that my apartment is on. Its a little over a half mile long, so perfect for this workout). I set it at the end of my street, which has a huge circle and a business sitting at the end of the circle. I began my workout, and each time I came back to where my water was, and took a drink...obviously.

Well, where I became angry was I had 2 one-mile circuits left, and I saw a pesticide truck (they were spraying the grass for bugs I'm assuming?) and the dudes looked DIRECTLY at me while I was taking a drink from my water bottle. Ok, nothing to worry about. They saw this is mine. Boy, was I wrong. I even moved the bottle away from the grass. So I go out for my second to last one-mile run, and on the way back, because it was 1,000% humidity, I was sooooo looking forward to a huge drink of icy cold water. I come closer to the end, where my bottle is sitting, and I see the pesticide truck sitting right next to it. I think to myself "surely, they did not spray near my bottle, or they at least moved it." WRONG WRONG WRONG! I pick my bottle up, to see beads of liquid - the prettiest shade of blue. NEAT. They sprayed frickin' pesticide ON MY WATER BOTTLE!!!! Even though they SAW me drink from it. Awesome. Spectacular. What a great start to my day. Then I realize, I have another one-mile interval left. FAN-FREAKING-TASTIC.

I don't know if those dudes realized this...but I AM NOT A BUG. Thank you very much!!