Week 3 is all about me being a wuss. I, unfortunately, live in a town where dog owners feel it unnecessary to leash their pets. Some dogs bark, some bark and chase, while others just come up from behind you and scare the ever living day lights out of you. Which is what happened to me on Wednesday.
I was running along, minding my own business, when all of the sudden there was a dog. I've seen this dog before and while he's not particularly aggresive, he is quite persistent. I was afraid he would continue to follow me and the uncertainty of his behavior is what unnerved me the most.
After I stopped semi hyperventilating, I firmly told him (using my best stern mommy voice) to go home and started to walk slowly backwards. After a minute or two, he lost interest and bounded back up the hill towards, what I'm assuming, is his home.
You know what aggravated me the most about the whole incident? The distance I lost; having to walk just in case he decided he wanted to chase me again.
I spent the rest of the run composing an angry letter to the dog owners of my town that I would never have the guts to actually send.
Thankfully, the rest of the week was uneventful. Saturday's long run of 6 miles went well and gave me a much needed ego boost.
This week the mileage increases, including a double digit long run. Hold onto your hats, things are starting to heat up!