An Unhappy Running Tail
Today was a sad day.
I went out running around Tottenham Marshes at 6am this morning and midway through it I was stopped by a crying lady who asked me to help her dog who was injured and couldn’t walk after slipping into the canal.
Normally I don’t stop for anyone but I knew I’d regret it later it I didn’t so I opted to help. I walked with the woman to where the dog was lying, half expecting her to pull a knife on me in the process.
Thankfully she didn’t.
I had envisaged a poodle but the dog turned out to be a fat Labrador.
Fortunately there was a group of 3 people already tending to the dog, with one guy carrying it on his back. I was asked by the lady to prop up it’s back but ended up just holding it’s arse awkwardly. The only thing running through my mind as I stood there like a spare prick in a gangbang was the thought…
‘This is what you wanted all along isn’t it? To cradle an injured dog’s arse. Classy.’
It was altogether very upsetting and we walked together in a procession with the animal still conscious and panting. I asked them where they were going and they’d still a mile to go until home, so seeing that the situation was under control I asked if I could go and they agreed and thanked me.
I started running again. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I thought about the possibility of no-one else being there to help the lady and having to carry the injured dog on my back, losing my balance and performing a perfect German suplex on the stricken dog as all of it’s dreams of sunshine, walkies and bones faded with it, forever into the ether.
I laughed so hard that I cried and the guilt was incredible. It was so bad that I started pumping V signs at oncoming motorists to try to escape the inner pain of having a cunt brain.
I got home from the run and I’ve been feeling quite depressed all day about the poor dog. I hope it’s OK.
Running is going fine.
But yeah aside from acting as a third rate Saint Francis of Assisi, running has been going well. I’ve ran 212km this month and 300km is well in sight for the end of July.
See you again soon.