Running Into Trouble

August 12, 2010 at 8:57 am | Posted in Around Boston | 18 Comments
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Last night I went for a run around the neighborhood. With my iPod blaring upbeat tunes and my new sneaks cushioning my feet, I was rockin’ it… until I heard the unmistakable “yip-yip-yip” of one of the dogs in my ‘hood. The little bitch (and I say that in the purely scientific sense, of course) has barked at me before, but last night the annoying canine took it to a whole new level. Darn dog literally followed me down the street, barking and snarling the whole way.

Was I scared? No. The dog is barely bigger than a sewer rat (though with a shorter tail) and too small and fat to keep up with me. And every time I turned around and looked at it, the little bully whined and scampered in the other direction.

Was I annoyed? Yes. But only moderately annoyed with the insecure dog. What really bugged me was the owner! When we were about a house and a half away from the little thing’s home, her owner came out and started yelling. At me. Apparently it was my fault her dog was making such a ruckus and my fault the dog had run so far. Which meant it was my fault that she had to get up from watching her stories and hustle (if you can call it that) down the street to retrieve her little mutt.

I was hot.  I was sweaty.  I was uncomfortable (sometimes running hurts). I was self-righteous. And it took every ounce of strength I had not to really give it to the obnoxious pet-owner. I simply and very rationally suggested that she should try an electric fence or a tether if she didn’t want to get off her butt to chase her dog all over the neighborhood.

And boy did that suggestion anger the beast: she started to raise her voice even higher and get even nastier. And here’s where the beauty of running comes in. Under normal circumstances, I would have let my temper get the best of me and put that idiotic woman in her place. But because I was already over two miles into my run, I was exhausted and knew I needed to conserve energy to make it the rest of the way. So I channeled every non-violent hero story I’ve ever read, said “Have a nice evening,” put my headphones back on, and continued running my route.

And you know what? It wasn’t very satisfying. Like April who has perfected the art of arguing in the shower, I’m still thinking of snarky remarks I could have made. I may even be storing them up because I’m fairly certain we’ll have another run-in one of these days…

Any suggestions?


Photo Phriday: Gloves or Sneakers?

June 18, 2010 at 7:09 am | Posted in Photo Phriday | 5 Comments
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I’ve mentioned before that The Other Sister loves to run. A while ago she got some new running shoes. Well, she claims they’re shoes, but I’m convinced they’re actually gardening gloves. You decide, reader(s). Here they are:

Vibram Five Fingers Shoes

Shoes? Gloves? I'm confused.

If you think the photo is weird, you should see someone actually wearing them. The first time I saw someone wearing them was at the train station. A man was wearing them with his suit. I thought he was a mutant escaped from the set of X-Men. True story.

Happy Friday!


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