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Facing Fears-some old, some new

Saturday was a little rougher than I had hoped for.  I faced a long run I was afraid of as well as a fear I thought I was past.

I was really nervous, more like freaking out, about this week’s long run.  I had never actually completed 12 consecutive miles outside of a race before.   My previous longest training day was 11.5 miles that was split into a 7 mile run followed later by a 4.5 mile run/ walk.    Something about 12 just seemed so far and impossible.  I had a headache Friday evening and it was lingering Saturday morning.  I checked the weather and it was only predicted to be in the 80’s so I figured I would run then and get a little more rest.  I had a route mapped out of 3 loops of 3.8 miles.  I would add one last hill to that last loop to bring myself to 12 miles.

I was already thinking about calling it at 10 when I set out, did I really need 12?  I did my first loop and since I felt tired I decided to do the extra hill then instead of last.  Even though that got that hill out of the way, somehow it really screwed up my mileage, I lost a mile.  I figured it out around mile 9, I didn’t have enough road left to hit 12, so I looped another street to add it back in.  As I was running up one hill for the third time, I realized why I may hate long runs so much.  My long runs are usually loops of hills- I’ve been doing hill repeats in disguise and never figured it out!   Hello, blonde runner over here.  This run had an elevation gain of 920.  By mile 9.5 I was done.  I stopped at the middle school and doused myself and my visor in water at the fountains.  I walked the last 2.5 miles but I did it!!  12 miles done!  This fear was mostly overcome.

Slow but done!
Slow but done!

I honestly thought I was over my fear of dogs.  I had been bit before as a teen but the worst was when I had just started running. I want to say it’s been more than 4 years since I was attacked by 2 border collies while running.  Ok, let’s be honest, I was walking.   It was near the top of a street that I had probably walked 100 times by then; I had never even noticed the 2 dogs in that yard until that night.  The standard Poodle who stood guard at the second to last house at the top, sure, we had had conversations before.    I first noticed the dogs on my way up the street, they were in the front yard and their barks sounded less than friendly but I didn’t think much of it.  There were kids playing in a nearby yard and a woman gardening.  I went all up the end of the road and turned around like always.   On my return trip, both dogs rushed out of the yard and ran my way growling and barking.  I froze because running away makes it worse right? Plus I thought they were just going to be noisy and not actually do anything.  Wrong- one got around behind me and bit me.   On the ass, nice.  I was in shock.  By now the owner was running out for the dogs and the woman gardening had come closer to observe.  The owner informed me that he had just removed their shock collars to give them a bath.  Umm, what?  By now I had determined I was bleeding so we exchanged numbers and I started the trek back to my car, it was about a mile away.   About a block later, the shock wore off and I burst into to tears and started shaking.   I had 2 puncture wounds and a gnarly, scary bruise.  I later found out that I was not the first person the dogs had attacked.     It hurt to run for weeks after- you know you need to lose weight when your butt hurts because it jiggles while running.  I started carrying pepper spray on my runs and I still have not gone all the way up that street since that day.

I was afraid of all dogs for a while.  I was once rushed by a yellow lab who just wanted to have fun and I freaked out.    But over the years, I thought it had eased.  There are dogs in the office all the time, ranging from Chihuahua’s to Pits to Dobermans to Bouvier’s.    I had come across a loose pit bull on a run once and been ok about it, I told her she was pretty and we went our separate ways.    Like I said I was over it.  Until Saturday.  I was finishing my long run and had just turned up my driveway.  When I day driveway I mean street, but there are only 7 houses on the street and with the exception of 2 houses, the rest of us have been here for 10+ years.     All the houses have some land so while we don’t all know each others names we know what is usual behavior.    One house I call the Victorian has 2 Bouvier’s.   Ever seen one?  They look like bears, gentle nice bears, but huge all the same.    One of the Bouvier’s passed away a year or so ago because I have only seen the gray one.  Saturday, there was a gray one and a white one, I still didn’t think much of it because it’s my driveway for crying out loud.   I was just passing the first house when I heard them bark.  I looked up from pausing my Nike+ app to see them tearing out of their driveway my way, the white one in the lead.  Once again I stood still, I had a water bottle in one hand and had been screwing with my phone in the other so I couldn’t even grab my pepper spray.  I should have thrown the water bottle but wasn’t thinking that clearly.  The white one looked possessed, it looked like it wanted me for dinner, the grey on was just along for the ride.   The owner was now yelling, trying to call them back.  It got within three inches of my waist before listening to the owner.  Crisis over right?  Nope.  It got about 10 feet away and decided it didn’t want to listen the guy anymore.  It turned around and came back at me growling and snarling.  Screw standing still, I started backpedaling as fast as I could go.   By now the owner was running and finally managed to grab the white one’s collar.  As soon as the white one was contained, the gray one was perfectly behaved.    He apologized but I was having troubles stringing words together to make a sentence.   I finally just bolted up the driveway.  I lost it just past his house, again sobbing and shaking.  I was shaking so badly I couldn’t get my gate open.  I had to stand there for a few minutes before I could get it unlocked.

The one dog I am not afraid of right now- Zoey
The one dog I am not afraid of right now- Zoey

So yeah, still not over it.   And now I am afraid to go back down my driveway.   What am I going to do when that customer brings her 2 Bouvier’s into the office? What about the dogs that are always at the lake path?   Even just typing this kind of freaked me out again.   One step forward, two steps back.

But I did my 12 miles! Sorry this was so long, thanks for sticking it out!

Anyone else ever had a scary run in?

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A Little Indecison

Happy Friday!!!

I am so ready for this weekend.  I haven’t slept well all week and the tossing and turning is getting to me.  So bad, I took a 15 minute break yesterday, set a timer for 12 minutes and took a power nap.   It only slightly helped.   That being said, I was still looking forward to running after work.

Once we were done for the day, I was suddenly struck with indecision.   I had planned on running in work town, aiming for an easy 4 miler, but I didn’t want to wear pants.   For some reason I feel uncomfortable running in shorts in work town.  I am not sure why but I never said I was always logical.  🙂  I had both shorts and capris packed in my bag, so I chose the shorts and headed to the lake path.  Halfway there, I decided I didn’t want to run the path.  I don’t know if it was because I have run it so often lately or if it was lingering, uneasy memories of the lurker from Tuesday.  So I kept driving.   I thought about driving home and running from there but that didn’t sound enticing either.  I tried to think of another option.

I finally settled on a path I knew over by a friend’s house.  It was an out and back that I had run portions of at various times, but I had never run the whole length before.  Walked/ran parts during my first horrible 10K but never run the whole thing.   There’s a new portion now that connects to the original, so I was hoping that it would be around 2.5 miles to the turn around which would give me 5 for the day.  It would be uphill to the turn around, but I figured that would just ensure that it was an easy run.

Random bench along the way
Random bench along the way

I started off with a warm up walk, that was probably too short, before picking up the pace.  I felt pretty good going uphill actually.   Even though this was supposed to be an easy run I was looking forward to some faster running on the return downhill.    I haven’t run this path in well over a year but for the first time I ran the whole way up.  I was stoked but also tiring as I neared the turnaround.  I was also disappointed.  The turnaround came at 1.75 miles, boo.  😦   I turned right and ran until the sidewalk ended but it didn’t add a lot before heading back down.

About to go back down
About to go back down

Then it was all downhill, literally and figuratively.  I suddenly felt like someone had hit me with a tired stick.   I felt like I was running through water, and as a result crawling.  I actually took a walk break just before mile 3 because I just felt rough.  A break going downhill?  After that I told myself that the faster I ran, the sooner I would be done, so I just pushed on.  Hitting the new path section was the hardest, the sun was setting right in my eyes, the trees are still saplings so no shade, it felt like I was running in a desert.  I hit the street finally and was only at 3.75 miles.  Ugh.  The path picks back up on the other side of the street so I ran a little more until I hit 4.   And I was done.    Later I checked my Garmin and noticed that the elevation gain was only 127 ft, man, that’s barely a hill.  I think that first 10K 2 years ago really traumatized me, I remember it feeling so much bigger.  Ha! 🙂   I also noticed that my last mile was 8:40, sweet!

Here be desert
Here be desert

Even though I had some lovely sudden onset tiredness, I liked the path, I may run it again.  I just wish it was longer.  The path actually runs all the way to the other side of town, but that involves running under a bridge.   Ummm, no thanks.   I did it once with my mom and ML and I felt like we needed protection.  puppyjog

After another poor night of sleep last night and a busy day at work, I was looking for something low-key today.  I was also wishing I hadn’t wasted my 1 lazy day on Wednesday, stupid stomach.  So it was time for a 5K puppy walk!  I headed out with my mom and the puppy.  We were dodging graduation traffic, so we kept it pretty leisurely.    We had a scare though when some crazy large poodle rushed a fence, barking and growling at us.   The fence was useless because the poodle almost cleared it in one jump.  Meanwhile the owner is sitting there watching.  Really?!  Zoey never barked back, just looked at us like “what’s his trauma”?  I have to say the dog was actually pretty scary.

Now I am looking forward to a hopefully relaxing weekend.  A little shopping, a little reading and a not so little run.

What are your plans this weekend? Anyone racing?

Any crazy dog encounters on your runs?  I’ve been attacked before, that’s actually why I started carrying pepper spray.