That came back to bite me!

RUN 11 miles in 1:45

This run started out like many others. I'm planning on 10 miles, I carry a library book that needs to be returned, I have a pocketful of mints to munch that I much early then regret not having later, and I'm spinning around the neighborhood to save on time. It's Labor Day weekend, I'm resting (only 10+8!), and I have what seems like an endless housework to-do list.

Drop the book, run to TGP. A 5k/10k race is being set up! I have to dive off the path for two walkers staring at their phones. I'm really getting sick of this Stare At Phone lifestyle I keep seeing and in all honesty it probably bothers me because I find that *I* stare at mine often and I hate that I waste so much time on it. Hence my SMARTER in September Challenge, well anyway, I said something remarkably stupid to them that did NOT come out funny as it sounded in my head. And I ran off feeling like an idiot, like I should apologize, and thinking they probably thought I was a cranky old luddite runner. Ugh. To top it off, I had my headphones in, so technically I was "on" my phone too.

Back to the run. Around TGP, up to MoBot, wondering if I should swing my Walgreen's on the way to pick up some race fuel for Saturday. Realized I only wanted to race fuel now and I didn't want to eat it today, so I decided against. Then I added another mile to get 11, not sure why.

On the way home I needed another few tenths so I decided to stop by my community garden to check on my hot peppers. Along Arsenal at Texas I saw a black dog on the loose. The dog jumped and ran off. It had tags, I figured it was a neighborhood dog, but didn't see it again after it ran away. Check the garden, pick a few peppers, than round out my run to get 11.1 (for my even numbers obsession) miles by running down the alley along the garden.

Suddenly from behind I sensed the dog and at the same time felt the painful burning pinch of a bit on my back upper left butt. I hurt and this was amplified by the scare factor, the adrenaline rush, the fear. I yelled out to scare it off and the owner heard. He came down the hill, denied that the dog would bite, (the FUCK it doesn't, I said), when the dog was away I checked to see that it wasn't a puncture wound. It burned from the salt too, and already it was welting up red from the pinch. After talking to the owner, watching the dog continue to bark and circle, and calming down I headed home.

I'm not associating the karma effect of my obnoxious words and the dog. Just kinda how I book-ended the run as I thought about it later.