Not that I'm super great at it or anything however things happen that make me laugh and cry so I thought I'd get back to putting it down for time and memorial.
Like the other day when I went for a run. It was a beautiful day. In fact, it was the perfect Fall day. Indiana is a great place to live during the changing of the seasons- when it's a nice day! (The rain and slush I can live without!) And this particular day was the nicest of all so I went for a run. My goal was 13 miles and would have made it had it not been for Old Yeller!
Country dogs are different than city dogs. City dogs are usually on a leash, a chain, behind a 12 ft. fence- not country dogs. They are free to roam, free to run and free to terrorize harmless running men like myself. The storyline is the same across America. Innocent runner enjoying a quiet run when out of the blue, Cujo, strikes fear into the heart of a runner who is already at an elevated heart-rate! Yeah, that dog nearly did me in! As I stopped to turn on him and strike him with my water bottle I rolled my ankle!
I hobbled across the road as Rin-Tin-Tin was called back to the farm by his owner and fell on my backside! Grabbing my ankle, I dialed my wife for a quick pick up....me! 5 1/2 miles from home and there was no way I was going to make it! As my wife was getting directions for my extraction, a Good Samaritan passed by and asked me if I needed a ride or first aid. I took the ride and was delivered back to the safety of my home.
There's probably a moral in the story somewhere....like stop running, fight like a man or carry pepper-spray. And I might just do that on my next adventure- carry pepper-spray that is! Until then.....



