i would have tripped him, but i was scared of the dog

I was dropped like a rock by a 4-year-old.

Today was the first time in about four months that I was able to use the term “high 70s” without referring to the humidity. That day after a thunderstorm, rare wind from the north, bone-chilling 79 degree weather that makes for a perfect run.

I’m back on another silly training plan for three days or so when I lose interest, so I was running on HR. Is there anything more pleasant than an easy run on a cool day that isn’t sold at Wendy’s in a medium cup? Magic.


Coming up The Only Hill In Corpus Christi, I began walking to keep the heart rate in the easy zone. I hear him coming from behind. Pat pat pat pat pat bark pat pat pat pat pat bark.

Glancing over my shoulder, it’s a kid with a medium-size dog on a leash. Mom is up ahead. He’s heading up the hill at an incredibly high pace. Or maybe I’m just slow.

Sure, the dog is pulling him along. But all’s fair in love and crushing old guys’ spirits.

He blasts by me and never lets up till the top of the hill. If you see a brown-haired guy with a dog in the 2024 Olympic marathon, you’ll know where he came from.

I don’t know how training will go. My heart’s just not up for long stuff anymore, so  maybe focusing on a half marathon will work. Or just giving up. Yeah, maybe that one.

Maybe I can stick with it for 16 weeks without a monkey flying out of my butt. We’ll see where the road leads me.

Or maybe I just need a dog.

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2 Responses to i would have tripped him, but i was scared of the dog

  1. geezerrunner says:

    Hmm… Apparently you don’t run with a can of mace in your neighborhood.

  2. gary says:

    wouldn’t have done me any good. mace label says not for 6 years and younger, and i think both of these guys were.

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