An 8.5 Mile Run And Another Dog Encounter
The run today was going well up until the 8th mile when I was running through the park and this dog came bounding up to me. Immediately I knew it just wanted to play so I remained calm and tried to slowly change my course and turn away from it.
But still the dog came. It started knocking its head into me whichever way I turned. The owner, who was about 500 yards away shouted “He’s only playing with you”. All well and good. How would he like it if I came bounding after him when he was standing there picking his ass and I started knocking into him?
“I’m only having a fucking laugh! Cheer up mate! *nudge* *drool* *slobber*”
The shoe would be on the other foot.
I think some of these owners just sit their dog down outside, survey the horizon and say.
“See all of this? It’s yours!”
At least the dog was playful. It was a Labrador and they seem to be chilled out more the most hounds.
Apart from the dog encounter the run was enjoyable. I ran around the duck pond and infiltrated what appeared to be an aquatic state of the nation address from one huge fucking duck.
8.5 miles at a 10:16 min/mile easy pace. Not bad. I’m getting there slowly!