I had half a mile left to go in my 7 mile run today when I ran past a young woman walking a small dog. She was playing on her phone and wasn’t paying attention, and must have been holding the button on the retractable leash so it could spool out– her little dog lunged at me and bit me on the ankle. I pulled up in shock and I don’t think she really registered what happened so I kind of paused then continued on. The dog didn’t get through my sock anyway (and it’s lucky I didn’t step on it).
Aside from that bit of excitement, it was a cromulent 7 miles in just over an hour and a half. I gutted out more of the hills than usual, so I was happy about that. I think I’ll have to take this next week of runs before the race and really work on pacing myself. I feel faster, but my endurance hasn’t increased at the same rate.
My runs lately have been on auto-pilot. I’d probably do better if I was running more consciously. Things to think about…
Never mind stepping on the dog, I would have kicked it! Bloody hate dogs and always give them a wide berth when running.
I like dogs and I would’ve been upset if I’d hurt it! But hopefully that owner learned a lesson. Although somehow I doubt it.
I love that you used the world “cromulent.”
It’s a perfectly cromulent word :)
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