BuckSpin - A Year Of Change

Today is my "Relax Day". I look forward to Sunday all week. I have a bigger than usual breakfast, and its the only day of the week I don’t have a scheduled workout (lifting or core). That said, my idea of relaxing is to do this.

So I’m running my 7 miles, listening to my GoList on the Sansa Clip (lotsa 80s hair bands if you must know), just enjoying the time all alone. I rarely see cars on my road, let alone other runners, and never any of these…..until today.

A loose dog.

I was on the tail end (bad joke) of the 1st half of my run when I saw it (not sure if it was a him or her & really don’t care) out of the corner of my eye come charging off to my right. We’re not talking Cujo (although Stephen King does live about a hour from us) but a mid-sized brown somethingoranother running right at me, lips pulled back, teeth all bared. I have no idea if he was barking, etc. in that I was immersed in my 80s flashback via the Sansa Clip.

I just had a second or two to react. What to do?

I didn’t even hesitate, and I’m not really sure why. I think it was mostly to do with the fact that I was having a really good run (ended up setting a new PR by 1 minute!) and this oversized dustmop was interferring with my stride. Or maybe its my newfound outlook, or that "Ol’ Testy" has been flowing more & more lately, or just the primal "Fight or Flight" reaction.

Well, I was already "flighting", so…..I attacked.

Yes, attacked.

I pulled back my right arm and coiled my hand into a fist, raised it high and CHARGED him/her/it head on, yelling "HEY!!!" at the top of my lungs.

Cujo hit the brakes & retreated…..fast!

Without breaking stride I just continued on my way. I had to pass the house again to get back home, but he/she/it was too busy watching the horses in the fenced in pasture to give me even a 2nd look.I wondered to myself "What the $#@! was that you did?" What if he didn’t stop? Was I going to punch a snarling dog right in the face as he lunged at me?

Damn straight I was….

I’m still wondering what made me react that way. Oh well, there is always next Sunday….

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