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I try to keep in shape. I’ve been running for years now and this summer have tried to "step it up" a bit by putting in some interval training into my routine. This is when you sprint for 2 minutes and then walk for a minute. It’s total anguish and pain to do it, but it has increased my speed on my regular 10 km runs like crazy.
The other day I went out to interval train at my favorite spot, a little "wild" park with rolling hills, great towering trees, secluded and sheltered and quite popular for dog walkers. I’ve jogged through my neighborhood many times and I know the places that have the psycho dogs. One place I knew had these rabid Shih Tzus always tied up making so much noise and fuss growling like little monsters. Needless to say I was always very happy that they were chained up.
This day, as I was talking my 1 minute walk break between sprints I noticed two similar looking mutts running towards me with their leashes dragging behind them. In the distance I could make out a disinterested teenager wandering up the path. I figured these couldn’t be the same two voracious hairy pug faced dogs I had seen so many times before because after all…they were running free…they must be fine. Well, that thought was very fleeting as their little stubby legs barreled towards me their flattened faces grimaced and bared their tiny piranha sharp teeth. Then, jumping on me, one after the other, leashes tangled around my ankles, trapping me, one of the monsters lept in and bit me! I admit…I yelled…okay, I’m not a baby and I know these things in the photo don’t look vicious at all, but believe me they were 2 mini Cujos!
I thought that by yelling that would engage the teenager to maybe move her butt and get her disobedient midget attack dogs off me…but no…she sauntered up saying, "they’re trying to get used to people".
I shot back, "well he bit me!"
"Oh really? BAD dog! BAD dog!"
Like that was going to make a difference! The little brat didn’t care one bit. It was already running off down the trail looking for more fresh meat. Lucky for her he didn’t break the skin or I would have taken her name and been seeing my lawyer. He did leave a mark behind my upper calf and lots of slobber, but I was able to continue my run. As I tried to refocus and regroup to finish my run to my amazement they were coming back the opposite way on my trail! Trying to ambush me no doubt! Needless to say I didn’t want to risk injury again…I turned around and sprinted out of my serene trail and back into the houses where civilized people keep their ill behaved dogs tied up.
I’m going to the land down under…where people eat a disgusting spread called Vegemite and everyone is everyone’s mate and we get to put a shrimpie on the Barbie. Yep…I’m going to the land of OZ…but not the Wizard of Oz no instant red shoe clicking to get me there… how I wish! I’m finally getting a chance to visit Australia! I’ve wanted to go for so long and now in the Fall I will finally have the chance.
What I am NOT excited about is the hours and hours and hours that will be spent on an airplane. We are going to take a pit stop in Hawaii both going and coming back but I’m still freaking out about being in a plane for over 12 hours. It’s crazy for someone who took airline steward training and was a stewardess for all of about a week… Just the thought of being in a confined area for that amount of time is getting me worried. I have a feeling I’ll get to about the 6 hour mark and then go crazy and start ripping off my clothes trying to open a window. The worst part is that I simply cannot sleep on a plane sitting up. I’ve tried…I can’t do it. I’m thinking maybe one of those blow up travel pillows…they look so uncomfortable though. Like a neck brace on steroids. Maybe some really good sleep meds are what I need. That way I can be like one of those sleep anywhere people, completely oblivious to anyone around them, mouths hanging open, drool dripping down one side of their chin, pug snores escaping intermittently and then a skittish leg spasm kicking under the seat in front of me jarring the big guy awake out of his "fantasy " dream so he wants to basically make my flight living hell from that time forward. What me?….a worrywart?….never….now what was I saying about being EXCITED????