In The Distance, A Dog Barked
I’m having issues getting motivated to do much this afternoon, and I think it’s because my system is just still feeling a little shaky. And it feels silly to be shaky, but it’s there anyway. Hoping that writing about it will help, though I’m not sure what kind of service I’m providing.
This morning, I headed out the door into some very, very cold Canadian weather. I was running the mile to the grocery store to pick a couple things up, so I was wearing my beefier running coat and carrying my big backpack—I run there, fill the pack, and then walk/jog home with the heavy load.
Anyway, I was maybe two minutes down the road, when I passed two people walking their (big) dogs. Both dogs were on leashes and weren’t paying attention to me, nor were the people—they were on the opposite side of the road, in fact. But as I passed, the one dog freaked out.
He was on a retractable leash and the owner didn’t have it locked, and before the owner—or I—could process what was happening, the dog had charged across the street and jumped at me. Luckily, he only got a mouthful of my sleeve (enough to put a pretty tidy hole in it—and it’s burly fabric) but it’s terrifying to think of what could have happened.
The owner was incredibly apologetic, and I was… well, I just stood there and sort of stammered. I got his info, and he said he’d replace my coat, and said that the dog has never done anything like that before. Then, he said, “I know that sounds like something people say, and it’s not an excuse, but I mean it.” And I believe him, honestly.
So, it’s just a hole in my coat. It’s not a big deal. But somehow, it still feels kind of like one.
It just reminded me that stuff like that happens, and that the results can be way worse than a torn coat.
My system is just spun up—it’s not the end of the world, but it was a reminder to be on alert when you’re out riding and running.
That said, I’m probably going to duck out for another run in a bit. Can’t stay inside forever, even if it is negative temperatures with a chance of angry dogs outside.