I am done with school so getting a job is my top priority right now. I will be working on it pretty hard for the next couple of days, making my file, getting transcripts sent around, collecting letters of recommendation, and harassing school districts. But today I thought I would take advantage of not working and sleep in. I rolled out of bed about 9:00am, something that I haven't been able to do for a long time, even on Sundays.
I talked myself into running first thing, and took about as long as Logan does to get ready today. I went on the canal road south past Willard canyon and the shotgun pits and came back the same way. The snow was powdered today and some of the road had been packed by snowmobils over the weekend. The result was icy rough road with two inches of poweder on top, not a good combo. It made for a very slow run, and I had to be super careful in a lot of places so I didn't eat it on the ice and pull a Ted. Tendonitis and a banged up knee is kicking my butt enough, I don't need a sore back as well. 53:49
(Adrenaline-466 miles)
Because of popular demand I must tell my animal story for the day. About halfway into my run I came across an elderly women walking her two rottweilers. She saw me coming and stopped and grabbed her dog's by the leash. I am always appreciative of people who do this, as you all know. I said thankyou, slowed down, and passed on the far side of the road. Just as I was passing they both charged me and tried to take a chunk out of me. There wasn't much the lady could do as she was drug across the road, and not much I could do since it happened so fast. I side-stepped and high-stepped out of the way, but the one still took a chunk out of the midsole of my shoe, and I was thankful it wasn't my achilles. The other one came at me from the front and caught the hardest punch I have ever landed right between the eyes. I scrabbled for the closest weapon I could find as the lady was trying to get her dogs uder control. She finally grabbed them before I let my two rocks fly. She apologized and told me that "they wouldn't really hurt" me. Yeah right, I have heard that before! If people really believe that statement they dumber than they look. I went on my way, with my heartrate about maxed out. Maybe I will get some of that BS pepper spray to take on runs. What I want to know is why a 60 year old woman has two rottweilers bigger than she is? It was my bad to think that she could actually control those dogs. And as a result I have a big hole in my shoe and a sore right hand. The moral of today's story is don't ever think your dog won't attack someone, and then after they try to kill them don't tell the person that they won't hurt them! I was grateful to have all of my body intact and pleased with my self-control in not letting insults fly or going back and letting bullets fly. | 