I know, the title for this post is a rip-off of the movie Fallen, but how often can I say "Let me tell you about the time I almost died" and really back it up? This race report is the whole story. I won't rehash it all in this post.
It was good that I raced the very next weekend; it was tough at times, especially when we came across a buzzing insect or two at the next race, but had I not gotten right back out into the wilderness and overcame some of my fear it would be that much tougher to race the next time. Of course, my immunologist (I've started venom shots that should make me 99.99999% immune to stings in the future) said going back out into the woods like that was a bit risky but she understands where I'm coming from. The good news is that with the help of the allergy shots I'll be all set in a matter of months!