Run...dog...pain

First of all, let me apologize for the last post being such a downer.  Both grandparents are doing ok.

Now back to your regularly scheduled bad blogging.

Completed a 3 mile "long" run on Saturday...in the rain.  I know.  I am as shocked as you that I went out in the rain to run.

I ran again this morning after not running Sunday or Monday.  Sergent Sh*tcramps decided to pay me a visit on Monday.  That bastard is mean.  Did a nice 2 miles this morning.  Nothing great, but still decent.  I am slowly feeling better.

After my run, I gathered all my stuff to feel my two dogs.  I have 2 Siberian Huskies that we recently moved into the fence together.  The dogs are polar opposites of each other.  Koda, our male, is laid back.  Doesn't bother you.  Just wants his food and some petting.  Kylie, our female, on the other hand, is spastic.  She doesn't know how to settle down.  Drives me insane.  As I am trying to get in the fence to give them food and water, Kylie is just jumping all around and over me.  I swing out my right foot (hands are full) to push her out-of-the-way.  Well, I swung a wee bit harder than I had planned and hit the top of my foot on some bone of hers.

Ouch.  Like, I feel like I broke my foot, ouch.  I am hoping that it is just a bruise.  I guess I will find out in the morning if I can still run.

LooMoo, you are correct.  Dogs are evil.

At least this time they didn't bite me.

Total miles: 19 miles

Am finally going to go run again

Spent the weekend in Chattanooga with the family.  Took the kids to Ruby Falls and Rock City.  We had a good time, but alas, I did no running.   Mrs Needle told me I needed to wait until this week to start running again after the Cujo attack.

I am planning on running the Eva Bank Midnight Run 5K this Friday night.  The run starts at 11:59pm.  I have been wanting to run this ever since I moved back from Mississippi 8 years ago and this is the first time I have been able.  Last year I SEVERELY sprained my ankle in July and didn't train for almost a month.  Prior years my work schedule always fucked it up.  I have no goal for this race but to finish and not die.  Think I can handle that.

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I got Cujo'd

I first posted a summary of this story in the comments section of The Loose Moose.  She graciously replied and I finally decided to create my own running blog.  So here goes my first real post, hope it doesn't bore you....

This past Wednesday, which is actually my anniversary to my better half (MBH), I went for my early morning run around the neighborhood.  I have a nice 3 mile loop, with a couple of pretty hard hills, that I like to run.  Within the 3 mile loop, there are about a dozen dogs.  None of them in a fence or on a chain, just running around.  I have been running this loop off and on for the last 4 years.  Most of the dogs barely even acknowledge my existence anymore, execpt 3. 

1. Dog #1, aka fucking retard dog, ALWAYS comes running out at me barking like I am trying to steal his food.  A very aggressive dog that I fucking hate


2. Dog #2, aka pretty sweet pit bull, an older dog that usually comes out to say hi, occasionally trying to get me to pet her


3. Dog #3, now known as Cujo, usually barks like the dickens but generally doesn't come within 10 feet of me

So, I am doing my run thing and at about the 1.5 mile mark (where Dog #2 and Cujo live across the street from each other) I hear Dog #2 and Cujo to my right.  Cujo comes running out like he is going back to his house (like he has done numerous times before).  Unlike his normal routine, this time Cujo decides to BITE MY LEG.  He bit me just below the left knee and then runs off. 

My first reaction is WTF???? The next sequence of events went as follows:

1. I stop my watch.  I am not going to let Cujo attacking me mess up my time.


2. Have the following conversation with Cujo:
   
   
   
   1. Me: You fucking bit me you god forsacken mutt!!!
   
   
   2. Cujo: Bark
   
   
   3. Me: What in the ever living crap are you doing?  If you hadn't just bitten my leg I would chase down your sorry ass and beat it!!!
   
   
   4. Cujo: Bark
   
   
   5. Me: Fuck you! 
   
   
   6. Cujo: Bark
   
   
   
   


3. Neighbor from across the street comes out to see what I am yelling about and to see if it was Dog #2 that bit me.  He helped me get cleaned up since I had blood running down my leg.


4. Finished run

I ended up bleeding thru 4 bandaides before I finally went to see a Doctor that morning.  Doc gave me some anti-biotics and bandaged me up.

I found out yesterday that the dog was a "drop off" dog that my wife's uncle's brother-in-law had taken in.  Finding dogs in your yard is one of the things that happens when you live in BFE (bum fuck egypt).

The doctor recommended that I not run for a few days, so I have been a good boy and listened to him.  I will be running tomorrow morning, but I am probably going to try a new route that does not include so many dogs.