I used to have several excuses not to get out and run in the mornings. Here are my best ones:
- I am afraid to go out by myself.
- I have no running shoes, and am not going to spend $$$ to buy them.
- I have no time.
- I hate running.
- I am really, really afraid to be out by myself, like paralyzed with fear that someone is going to jump me from behind, knock me down into that ditch and do horrible things to my half dead body. Terrified. Can’t breathe without crying kind of afraid.
- I got a dog, so I am not alone.
- I found some really good running shoes for super cheap at Ross.
- Actually do have time for it, even if I only get up 30 minutes earlier.
- I also hate brushing my teeth (I do–hate doing that), but do it anyway, twice a day. How is running any different?
- I got a dog who is quite protective, is going to end up being pretty tall, and who needs more excercise than he’s currently getting. I have discovered that if I am busy trying to keep him from eating every perceived threat that crosses our path, I don’t have time to be afraid. However, I am fairly certain that any real threat would take one look at Hoo, and let us pass on by.
So, after getting Hoo, I upped my walking in the evenings from “Never” to “Sometimes” and almost “Frequently.” Not quite, but almost. This morning, I got up early to go jog with him. We had a nice time, he and I. He especially loved it when I stopped to fix my sock and he got to stick his tongue so far into my ear that it tickled my brain, which shocked me so much, I toppled over, and he got to climb on top of me, bat me with his massive paws, and swipe his tongue all the way up the left side of my face. All this time I’ve been afraid of being mauled by a stranger, and it’s my own puppy who is the beast. I am a little bit in love with this animal. Just a little bit.
As we were crossing a street, a coyote ran out in front of us. The coyote barely registered us, giving us just a glance before trotting on by, but Hoo lost his mind. I’m not sure if he thought, “My people!” or if he thought, “My dinner!” but he wanted that coyote so bad he nearly took my arm out of socket. The coyote appeared to want a nice thigh from the unwitting warriors out doing the boot camp session in the rec center parking lot.
They had no idea they were being sized up by a wild animal. The coyote stood on the edge of the parking lot, eyeing them for a few seconds, then he shot on into the woods. I guess he didn’t see a weak one he could separate from the pack. Boot Campers, you lived to see another day!
We were only out for about 30 minutes, but Hoo was very happy about the outing. I was, too. It was nice to get out and go. Did I run? Not even a 10th of the way, but I did walk so quickly I might as well have been jogging. Now my excuse is that my socks come off when I run, so I need new socks, I guess.
I will never like running, but I will always like walking the dog.
2 thoughts on “When You Have a Hoo”
You and I are scarily alike in some ways it frightens me. I can completely relate to the fears you have. I had to walk from my garage to my house (not connected) last night and I thought I would have a heart attack I was so frightened. Wayne doesn’t get my fear of things coming up from behind me and attacking, so it’s nice to know someone else does.
P.S. You’re lucky to have a Hoo. I think he is adorable and I do laugh when you go thru the things I went thru with Emi. Persevere!!