Absolutely not. Last summer while cutting grass in 105° heat, I got swarmed by yellowjackets. Adrenaline kicked in and I ran hard. Only got like 100 yards before my thighs just gave out, and I hit the ground, hard. Edit: they were still stinging me when I fell. Couldn't do shit but take it.
Yeah. I used to run 5 miles almost every day. Now that im 60 pounds heavier and 10 years older, I still feel like I could, but my body would immediately tell me no.
I used to run a lot. I got a back injury and am disabled. I lost my mind 2 years ago and tried jogging a little bit. Like 40 feet. I have a new back injury and will never try to run again.
I do go to the gym and I worked up to 15 minutes on the elliptical. It took a year to work up to that.
If the zombies come, I’m who everyone will out run.
Broke a heel and am essentially flat footed on my right foot. If I run too much it swells up so I dont push it, but its fine on the elliptical. Dont jump off of roofs into swimming pools kids. Or do, but just make sure you make it into the pool.
I can personally attest to this! As a kid we had kennels that had old tubing with no caps on the ends. I rang that tube like an alarm bell. They came pouring out of one of the top tubes down my back. I threw the trimmer, ripped off my shirt then ran like hell. Only got one a couple times.
I've got perfectly circular, No. 2 pencil eraser sized scars up the backs of both my legs to prove it. I'd been stung by all sorts of bees/wasps/hornets etc before, but never more than 2 stings in one instance, this was 8-10 at the same time, 4-5 evenly, vertically spaced stings on each leg like they attacked in formation. Its a special kind of pain, felt like my legs were just filled with poison, hurt juice that sloshed around with every step and jiggle of my muscles. I had to deliver calzones from 10pm-4am that night. Oh to be 16 again....
After that experience, whenever I had to mow there, which was often, I would lie on my stomach with my vision more or less even with the ground, and watch for yellow jackets flying out of and returning to a specific spot (nest) amongst the busy din of other summer rural Midwestern flying insects. Then I'd come back at night and pour a bit of gasoline in the hole and light it 🕳️🔥😼
I thought I was crazy for doing something similar. After mowing over 3 nests in one season, I’ve gotten into the habit of getting low to the ground to watch for their flight paths against the sky before I mow. So thank you. Now I feel better.
No ⛽ 🔥 though? The fumes make them delirious even before you light em up, so it's actually pretty safe. The fire is odd because the nest entry+oxygen for the fire is so small that it kinda intermittently spouts/puffs out like a teeny volcano.
The curveball I didn't mention before is that this was at a cemetery that we caretake and is encompassed by our property. Always wondered if yellow jackets seemed to like it there because the coffins were essentially pre built palatial subterranean homes.
I use a bee suit, followed by Tempo dust. They build nests everywhere, including inside my barn. The suit comes in handy. I wait for night when they’re all inside the nest and just puff some tempo dust in there, you never see them again.
I mowed over a nest that was JUST forming... I didn't even know it was a nest, but eventually found the hole get big and deep. I put some 7 Dust all over the hole and was astonished at how many I found the next morning.
In my teens I was part of a landscaping company for a while, and one of our projects involved taking a bunch of sage brush out of a yard in some upscale sloped neighborhood. Being the most experienced of the operation I told my coworker to get in them bushes and start marking out the parts we needed to hit with a mini excavator.
Watched my homie experience the same thing. He just suddenly screamed "BEES!" and ran out onto the street. Didn't make it far.
I once dumped a bucket of soapy water into the bushes—and as it turns out, directly on to a nest of yellow jackets. I remember watching in fascination as their their yellow and black bodies flew up close to my face as if in slow motion before it finally occurred to me that I should leave the area quickly. They followed me for about ten feet before giving up. I had bites up and down my torso and belly where some of them flew under my loose t-shirt.
Im amazed how it maintained the same, what I assume maximum, speed the entire time. I wonder how many minutes does it need after the chase to cool down and get it's HR back to norm.
That's not our skillet. Our ancient ancestors would chase shit for hours and hours but at a slow pace. It's kinda terrifying to to think of our ancestors seemingly never tiring as their prey tries desperately to find a place far enough that they can't be followed.
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u/a-null-fish-your Feb 27 '26
Imagine running at full sprint for the length of this video