Running…because I’m being Chased!

…by a dog, that is.

You’ve seen all the pins on Pinterest that note down one reason for running is because you’re being chased, right? Every time I see that quote, I just guffaw and brush it off. Like that happens to people in real life.

Well, I’ve learned my lesson in the past fortnight. I’ve been chased and scared out of my wits recently.  Let me set the plot for you.

The breeze feels like a refreshing towel on her neck as she takes in the cool, brisk evening where the auburn leaves match the setting sky so perfectly that you wish you could bottle that scenery as a perfume. The silhouette of a lone runner breaks the clean line of the horizon. She stoops to tighten the laces on her running shoes. Standing, her face glows under the limelight of the running app on her smartphone. She presses, START, and off she goes, running into the dusk, her playlist keeping rhythm with the thuds of her feet. Tonight is going to be a good run, she repeats to herself; hoping that  positive mantra will prove to be true. And indeed, it is, thanks to the overall flatness of the path she chose, with the exception of that one hill at minute five. As she makes the U-turn to head back home, she spies two figures approaching; one tall, one short. Just ignore them, she thinks, trying to reason with her irrational fear of any being not human. That works, until the moment the figures pass by her, when, much to her dismay, but not surprise, the dog barks, strains on his leash and menacingly jumps toward the runner. Involuntarily, she lets out a yelp, which propels her to veer parabolically in her route at a speed of, at her estimation, a 100 miles per hour. She peers out the corner of her eye and sees the dog still struggling at his leash, which justifies her previous reaction to their encounter. Crisis avoided, she burns the trail for the fastest route home.

And that’s just how it went down. I admit I have a problem with dogs. I just can’t help flinching when owners pass me with their best friends on a leash; no matter what size they are. And you know what?  I refuse to admit that I’m overreacting. In fact, I think the owners are under reacting;  at least in the situations that I’ve been in. I mean, if you reassure me that they mean no harm to me, then why are they snarling and tugging at their leash? I just cannot understand this attribute of “playfulness.” I’m sorry, but I have no wish to be jumped on by a dog, even if that’s his way of greeting me. I would just like to live in a world where they would just ignore me like I try to do with them. I mean, I even cross the street to avoid close contact, and you are still barking and biting at the leash? That’s enough to get me on anxiety meds.

As I continue running, I do hope to avoid situations like this; but I don’t foresee that happening anytime soon. For now, I can only trust in their owners’ strength and character to control their best friends, while leaving me the peace of mind to focus on training instead of worrying whether I’m being chased or not.

黛安娜  다이아나  ഡയാന



Run 10K Feed 10 Review

So last Sunday I ran 6.2 miles for the first time. More than a roller coaster of emotions; it was a roller coaster of grit and will. Here’s a list of my initial thoughts:

  • The course was flat;which made me as happy as a baby.
  • I actually arrived in time to warm up; another plus in my book.
  • All runners received Gapfit headbands that covered the ears; very necessary as the breeze from the river was chilly at 7 in the A.M.
  • I stopped for water @ miles 3 and 4 and had no other breaks in my run. I was stupidly happy over that achievement 🙂
  • At the 5K mark I was waning after 3 miles of feeling good. And then came the turn to head back to the starting line, and my legs felt the second wind. (The actual wind was also blowing toward me; but I kept on pushing.)
  • My hardest miles were 3 and 4. Surprisingly though, miles 5 and 6.2 were my fastest splits.
  • And of course, I booked it for the finish line, pretending I was a gazelle flying through the Serengeti in the stampede scene of The Lion King. Yup, that’s what I was thinking right then and there!
  • My official time was 1:03. I was beaming. I was hoping for an even 60 minutes; but I’m still over the moon with what my legs achieved.
  • At the finish line, volunteers handed camel colored wood bead bracelets with a charm that read “Feed 1.”

I stretched; fueled w/ a 1/4 bagel, banana, ZICO mango flavor, and a green juice from a juice truck nearby. Just as I was getting ready to head back home, Women’s Health surprised us with a yoga session (and free yoga mat). Can I just say that my hamstrings and glutes were screaming for attention and boy did they get it. The release was just what my muscles needed and I’m grateful that the organizers offered such a great service to support the runners.

What I loved most about my run was that each kilometer represented a meal to feed the hungry. I love running with a purpose and what greater purpose is there in life than to share a bit of the privileges and blessings you have with others? Charity runs are so rewarding; both for the runner and the receiver.

I can’t wait to challenge my next run of the fall season.

黛安娜  다이아나  ഡയാന

Tattoo of Accomplishment & Bead Bracelet