hey. so its day 4 of training for richmond and i've already fallen behind in documenting this. nice.
So I guess I just wanted to start this marathon with a focus on the cause I'm supporting, that cause being IJM. By 'focus,' I really mean i want to be motivated by this cause, and to feel like it's something really important to me instead of just something i am attaching to running, which is probably the more important of the two to me.
I know. it sounds terrible. really, it is a sad truth. but im striving for one-hundred percent honesty here, so lets just get it all out on the table. what I really want during this marathon process, besides a faster time when i cross the finish line, is a deeper passion for people who dont have freedom, and for a greater understanding of God's justice.
I mean, I get what IJM is about, and I do think it is incredibly important for me to be involved in this organization. Nobody deserves to live as a captive of another person, especially when it involves sexual and physical abuse. how people are capable of hurting others in this way, of thinking they can buy and sell and trade them as some material commodity is something i cant wrap my mind around. so God bless the workers at IJM and their efforts, and praise Jesus that there are people who care more about others than their own safety and comfort. i get that part, and im invested.
the part i dont get so much is that God is one who loves justice. ijm sends out these prayer lists every week, and each one begins with a scripture about god's justice, and i know praying for the workers and rescued victims is vital, but somehow god's being just is lost. i know the bible says it. but the bible says that god brings to the poor and weak and orphans and widows, and this just isnt something i see happening. so maybe i just dont understand god's heart for justice because i dont see it in this world. i mean, jesus even said that we would always have the poor and needy with us. maybe i've just grown to see that our way of thinking of fairness and goodness isn't necessarily the same as god's way, so maybe god's idea of justice is different from ours? maybe it is entirely other worldly and his justice will prevail in heaven, but really? god, where is your justice here?
so in conclussion, this 16 week training time is a preparation for this race, but also a time when i will be digging to understand god's just character. because if he truly is one who desires justice, then i am motivated to fight for it.
any ideas? leave them. i would LOVE to hear them.
Thursday, July 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Done aaaaand Done : )
So its all done. This is the very last page of the Disney Marathon 2k9 chapter of my life. I cant believe it went that fast, but it's true. So here is a recap of the whole marathon experience, although words couldn't capture how wonderful it really was:
I flew into DC Wednesday night, and set out on the road trip to Florida very early on Thursday morning. The group was composed of myself, Matt, Bobby, and Robbie. The whole roadtrip down to Orlando ended up taking 23 hours (no- thats not a typo. 23, as in almost 24 hours) because we went via Tennessee, and we also had to stop and see some essential roadside attractions, including Foamhenge (a foam replica of Stonehenge) and the original Chik-Fil-A. So it was an extremely long 23 hours, but absolutely well worth it.
On Friday we went to Magic Kingdom, and that was another activity that was totally worth whatever sleep I lost doing so. Disney World is...really a dream come true. I mean, I know this is probably exactly what the marketing employees are going for, but seriously. Walking down Main Street at sunset, wearing a sundress because its 75 degrees, looking up at the Castle with a chocolate ice cream cone in hand and fresh memories of a Sleeping Beauty Meet and Greet fresh in your heart is just perfect. There are few moments in my life that I could describe as perfect, and most include a beach or something non-commercial (which is the opposite of Disney), but mmhmmm. It was wonderful.
So Saturday was a rest and recovery day, so we just hung out in orlando and took full advantage of the amazing pool that the Sheraton Downtown has. We carbo loaded at Olive Garden, and I wore a sundress, and really that doesnt sound like a lot, but it was enough to fill my day with plenty of delight.
Sunday morning began at 3:45 am, and before I knew it, we were at the starting line for the marathon. I had tried not to hype myself up too much because then I just get anxious and sick to my stomach. But by the time I crossed the start, the excitement was completely positive and I was feeling great. I kept up a great pace all the way through about mile 14, and I found it quite unbelievable that those miles had passed when they did. It wasn't until about mile 20 that I thought about being tired, and I hit the wall hard. But fortunately, Robbie and Brooke, who were the cheerleaders this year, could only find cheering room at the side of the road between mile 20 and 21, which was JUST when I needed a boost. Also, everyone's name was on their bib, so the crowd kept seeing my name, my tiara, and would yell "go princess sydney!!!" and if thats not motivation, what is? So it was perfect timing, and I somehow drug myself to the finish.
Anyway, the good news is that I ran the whole way (even though Im pretty sure that the pace I was setting at mile 23 could have easily been twice as slow as a lazy walk), and as an added bonus, I ran the whole thing in 4:47. Breaking 5 hours was a hope of mine more than a goal, so I was extremely excited to have done that.
Anyways, I am super stoked about the outcome, and I definitely enjoyed the whole process. I will be running another marathon soon, so be prepared.
Thanks for coming along for the ride : )
I flew into DC Wednesday night, and set out on the road trip to Florida very early on Thursday morning. The group was composed of myself, Matt, Bobby, and Robbie. The whole roadtrip down to Orlando ended up taking 23 hours (no- thats not a typo. 23, as in almost 24 hours) because we went via Tennessee, and we also had to stop and see some essential roadside attractions, including Foamhenge (a foam replica of Stonehenge) and the original Chik-Fil-A. So it was an extremely long 23 hours, but absolutely well worth it.
On Friday we went to Magic Kingdom, and that was another activity that was totally worth whatever sleep I lost doing so. Disney World is...really a dream come true. I mean, I know this is probably exactly what the marketing employees are going for, but seriously. Walking down Main Street at sunset, wearing a sundress because its 75 degrees, looking up at the Castle with a chocolate ice cream cone in hand and fresh memories of a Sleeping Beauty Meet and Greet fresh in your heart is just perfect. There are few moments in my life that I could describe as perfect, and most include a beach or something non-commercial (which is the opposite of Disney), but mmhmmm. It was wonderful.
So Saturday was a rest and recovery day, so we just hung out in orlando and took full advantage of the amazing pool that the Sheraton Downtown has. We carbo loaded at Olive Garden, and I wore a sundress, and really that doesnt sound like a lot, but it was enough to fill my day with plenty of delight.
Sunday morning began at 3:45 am, and before I knew it, we were at the starting line for the marathon. I had tried not to hype myself up too much because then I just get anxious and sick to my stomach. But by the time I crossed the start, the excitement was completely positive and I was feeling great. I kept up a great pace all the way through about mile 14, and I found it quite unbelievable that those miles had passed when they did. It wasn't until about mile 20 that I thought about being tired, and I hit the wall hard. But fortunately, Robbie and Brooke, who were the cheerleaders this year, could only find cheering room at the side of the road between mile 20 and 21, which was JUST when I needed a boost. Also, everyone's name was on their bib, so the crowd kept seeing my name, my tiara, and would yell "go princess sydney!!!" and if thats not motivation, what is? So it was perfect timing, and I somehow drug myself to the finish.
Anyway, the good news is that I ran the whole way (even though Im pretty sure that the pace I was setting at mile 23 could have easily been twice as slow as a lazy walk), and as an added bonus, I ran the whole thing in 4:47. Breaking 5 hours was a hope of mine more than a goal, so I was extremely excited to have done that.
Anyways, I am super stoked about the outcome, and I definitely enjoyed the whole process. I will be running another marathon soon, so be prepared.
Thanks for coming along for the ride : )
Friday, December 26, 2008
Day 96- Merry dayafterChristmas!
I can't believe that 1.) Christmas has come and gone, and 2.) I am 96 days into training. How in the world does time pass so quickly, and where does it all go? 96 days, that's almost 100. Crazy. And with Christmas, I feel like there is so much build up, and I need time to slowly sink into the Christmas spirit and get used to listening to carols on every radio station all day long, and then it just goes in one little 24 hour period. I'm always shell shocked when its over. Absolutely crazy.
And since my lungs have recovered and the ice on the roads has (almost) melted, I am finally back to running normally again. Which is to say, I am back on my training plan. It's been a little hard jumping back in, which is scary to say because I only lost about a week or so. But since the marathon is less than a month away (really, its like 2 weeks away...ahhhhhh!!!), I need to be kicking my own butt into gear. And with that, I would like to write a little bit about obedience, because it's been a theme ever since day 1 in my thoughts and training, and it's time to get it all out there.
Obedience is hard. Not just obedience to authority like your parents or laws or things like that, but even to things like a diet, and to yourself, and to God especially. Before I started this training program, I read a book called "What I am talking about when I talk about running," by an author whose name I forget (I think its like...Haruki Muryakami or something similar). It wasn't such a good book, but it did have a few sentences that have been streaming through my mind ever since I read them. There is an episode where he is talking to an olympic runner, and he asks him if he ever just feels lazy and doesn't feel like running. And the olympian says "yes, i feel like that almost every day." First I felt relieved, because I feel this way every day. And if this guy can make a career out of something he feels this way about, then I can finish a few months of training and a big race. But it really is a salient point, because sometimes, and really most of the time, we just have to do things that we dont feel like doing. That truth applies to everything, from getting out of bed in the morning to eating vegetables to flossing.
But what I'm talking about is more than just obedience for basic maintenance. There are a few days when I really can't wait to get out and run, but most days its an internal struggle, and I mean a fierce one, to get myself to put on my running shoes and go outside. ESPECIALLY when it's cold. I do it anyways, though, because the end of it all is incredible. Its SO hard to see the big picture and sometimes its even impossible, but I just have to. And it's the same way with God. Recently I have been having some struggles with being obedient to God. Even with little things, it's hard to yield. There are different reasons I think: sometimes it's just because I see something I want and I think my way is better than anything God could give (which is ridiculous); other times, I just don't want somebody telling me what to do. In the end, though, it's just the same as running. There is a bigger picture, and sometimes I can see it, but most the time I can't. I've just got to trust that God can see the end from his view and it is BEAUTIFUL. And making each and every single decision to do what is best is an internal struggle (sometimes big, sometimes not so big), but I just need to suck it up and slip on my shoes.
Some people say obedience gets easier, and I agree somewhat, but for the most part, I don't think it does. It's hard every time, and I don't know if there will ever be a point in my life where I will always be happy to submit. But even the saints, the "professionals" if you will, felt that way, so you just gotta do it.
And since my lungs have recovered and the ice on the roads has (almost) melted, I am finally back to running normally again. Which is to say, I am back on my training plan. It's been a little hard jumping back in, which is scary to say because I only lost about a week or so. But since the marathon is less than a month away (really, its like 2 weeks away...ahhhhhh!!!), I need to be kicking my own butt into gear. And with that, I would like to write a little bit about obedience, because it's been a theme ever since day 1 in my thoughts and training, and it's time to get it all out there.
Obedience is hard. Not just obedience to authority like your parents or laws or things like that, but even to things like a diet, and to yourself, and to God especially. Before I started this training program, I read a book called "What I am talking about when I talk about running," by an author whose name I forget (I think its like...Haruki Muryakami or something similar). It wasn't such a good book, but it did have a few sentences that have been streaming through my mind ever since I read them. There is an episode where he is talking to an olympic runner, and he asks him if he ever just feels lazy and doesn't feel like running. And the olympian says "yes, i feel like that almost every day." First I felt relieved, because I feel this way every day. And if this guy can make a career out of something he feels this way about, then I can finish a few months of training and a big race. But it really is a salient point, because sometimes, and really most of the time, we just have to do things that we dont feel like doing. That truth applies to everything, from getting out of bed in the morning to eating vegetables to flossing.
But what I'm talking about is more than just obedience for basic maintenance. There are a few days when I really can't wait to get out and run, but most days its an internal struggle, and I mean a fierce one, to get myself to put on my running shoes and go outside. ESPECIALLY when it's cold. I do it anyways, though, because the end of it all is incredible. Its SO hard to see the big picture and sometimes its even impossible, but I just have to. And it's the same way with God. Recently I have been having some struggles with being obedient to God. Even with little things, it's hard to yield. There are different reasons I think: sometimes it's just because I see something I want and I think my way is better than anything God could give (which is ridiculous); other times, I just don't want somebody telling me what to do. In the end, though, it's just the same as running. There is a bigger picture, and sometimes I can see it, but most the time I can't. I've just got to trust that God can see the end from his view and it is BEAUTIFUL. And making each and every single decision to do what is best is an internal struggle (sometimes big, sometimes not so big), but I just need to suck it up and slip on my shoes.
Some people say obedience gets easier, and I agree somewhat, but for the most part, I don't think it does. It's hard every time, and I don't know if there will ever be a point in my life where I will always be happy to submit. But even the saints, the "professionals" if you will, felt that way, so you just gotta do it.
Tuesday, December 16, 2008
Day 86
I have bronchitis. It is Tuesday, and I haven't run since Saturday morning. It's not the end of the world, but I am a little worried that it is going to be tough to start going again. But I can tell you that I have never been so thankful for healthy lungs as I am now that I know what it feels like to not be able to breathe. Seriously, yesterday I had to take 2-3 breaks every time I got up out of my chair. Unbelievable that some people live like that every day.
But all this inactivity has given me a lot of time to think, and I was reading my bible last night when I got this revelation on what love means, and it comes from 1 John 4. So the phrase in this passage, "God is love," is thrown around a lot, and to be honest, I have never understood it (not that I do fully now, but I'm a little closer). After doing a little digging, I noticed that in the bible, love is synonymous with self sacrifice. It is not an emotion, how I and I think a lot of people in our culture think of it. In fact, I am pretty sure that the culture the Jesus lived in was a relatively unemotional one in general. I mean, a man considered his wife and children as possessions, and those were his family. So this whole notion of love is completely based on actions and not emotion, and the whole bible demonstrates that the greatest action a person could do is to deny himself something to give to another. This is what love is. Love and self-sacrifice are one in the same; there cannot be one without the other.
In 1 John chapter 4, there is this step by step explanation of love, and it seems like it's an Idiot's Guide in simplicity, but without the understanding that love is an action and not an emotion, the significance is lost. The step-by-step goes something like this: We should love each other because God loves us. We can only love each other if we know God, though, because God has created/embodied/exemplified love ("God is love"). God loved us first, and that's the only reason we can really know what it is to love God back. We know God loved us because he sent Jesus, and confessing that this is true enables us to believe that God loves us. Abide in this, and God will abide in us, and there is nothing to be afraid of. "Perfect love casts out all fear."
I guess this is important to me because I struggle a lot with believe God loves me. I think most people do, and it's because I gauge the truth of God's love by my daily feelings, if i feel like God is looking on me with love or disgust that particular day. But this passage, and the whole bible really, tells me thats wrong. The fact that Jesus was sent by God and came and died so that we would be forgiven is just that, a fact. No magic, it was a factual transaction. So if I believe that, then I am believing that God loves me. He did the action. He loves me. They are the same. And because of that, I have nothing to be afraid of, ever. Yes, there is value in emotions in spirituality, but something this foundational needs to be understood concretely, and I need to make sure that the way I love people is through actions too!
But all this inactivity has given me a lot of time to think, and I was reading my bible last night when I got this revelation on what love means, and it comes from 1 John 4. So the phrase in this passage, "God is love," is thrown around a lot, and to be honest, I have never understood it (not that I do fully now, but I'm a little closer). After doing a little digging, I noticed that in the bible, love is synonymous with self sacrifice. It is not an emotion, how I and I think a lot of people in our culture think of it. In fact, I am pretty sure that the culture the Jesus lived in was a relatively unemotional one in general. I mean, a man considered his wife and children as possessions, and those were his family. So this whole notion of love is completely based on actions and not emotion, and the whole bible demonstrates that the greatest action a person could do is to deny himself something to give to another. This is what love is. Love and self-sacrifice are one in the same; there cannot be one without the other.
In 1 John chapter 4, there is this step by step explanation of love, and it seems like it's an Idiot's Guide in simplicity, but without the understanding that love is an action and not an emotion, the significance is lost. The step-by-step goes something like this: We should love each other because God loves us. We can only love each other if we know God, though, because God has created/embodied/exemplified love ("God is love"). God loved us first, and that's the only reason we can really know what it is to love God back. We know God loved us because he sent Jesus, and confessing that this is true enables us to believe that God loves us. Abide in this, and God will abide in us, and there is nothing to be afraid of. "Perfect love casts out all fear."
I guess this is important to me because I struggle a lot with believe God loves me. I think most people do, and it's because I gauge the truth of God's love by my daily feelings, if i feel like God is looking on me with love or disgust that particular day. But this passage, and the whole bible really, tells me thats wrong. The fact that Jesus was sent by God and came and died so that we would be forgiven is just that, a fact. No magic, it was a factual transaction. So if I believe that, then I am believing that God loves me. He did the action. He loves me. They are the same. And because of that, I have nothing to be afraid of, ever. Yes, there is value in emotions in spirituality, but something this foundational needs to be understood concretely, and I need to make sure that the way I love people is through actions too!
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Day 72
Something wonderful happened yesterday and I would like to share it.
Since Thanksgiving weekend was this past weekend and there was so much to do, I didn't have any time for my weekend 20 miler, so I put it off until Monday, which was yesterday. It was supposed to rain all day and be in the mid 50's (happy december 1st, new england?) , but instead it was in the mid 50's and beautifully sunny, which made for excellent running conditions. And thats not even the good part. So I left from my dad's house and was coming up the main road when I passed a man in an electric wheelchair. From the little POW-MIA license plate he had attached and the American flag that he had flying, I'm guessing he was a veteran. So I passed him, and he yelled out "run a few laps for me!" and I said "will do!" and he said "beautiful! you're absolutely beautiful!" Now. I don't think he was talking so much about my physical features as he was about the fact that I had a healthy body and a strong pair of legs and I was out running while he was not able to. And ya know, I think most people, at some time in their lives, have encountered someone who they would consider disadvantaged, whether physically or monetarily or socially or whatever, and have been amazed at how happy they are. Really, this guy was so positive. And I know it was only a few words exchanged, but I just knew he was genuinely excited for me to be running, and not at all bitter, like I think I might be should we trade places.
And even though I have met tons of 'disadvantaged' people (that's not derogatory in any way, btw) and thought that they were really warm and happy, it's one of those things that I a) didn't heartily believe enough to think about, or b) just really didn't think about. Until now. But I think its because people who live in really crappy circumstances have this realization that things aren't going to get any better in that regard, and they see clearly that this thing, whatever they lack, will not fill them up. So they know what true happiness is, and I've got to believe that true happiness is not contingent on things that can be taken away, or else people with nothing would be miserable instead of some of the most genuinely happy people I've ever met. And with people like me on the other hand, who have been given limitless opportunities and have everything we need, there is this thought that a little bit more of whatever is always attainable (this IS America, after all), and somewhere therein lies life getting better. I mean, who is going to stop you from achieving your dreams, because we are always bombarded with the thought that we can if we try really hard, and its always seemed like a positive thing. But its not. We just want more, and it sounds cliche, but its so true. It doesn't even have to be money or material things. This is being really vulnerable, but I think with me, it's this thought deep down that getting married will be when my life really starts to be fulfilling. But that's not true. I have everything I need to be satisfied right here and now, and so does everyone once they give up hope of getting more. Talk about a revelation on what Thanksgiving really should focus on. So give up hope. Really. It's what I need to do.
And it is so beautiful that I can run every day. How much beauty do I miss daily by looking for more?
Since Thanksgiving weekend was this past weekend and there was so much to do, I didn't have any time for my weekend 20 miler, so I put it off until Monday, which was yesterday. It was supposed to rain all day and be in the mid 50's (happy december 1st, new england?) , but instead it was in the mid 50's and beautifully sunny, which made for excellent running conditions. And thats not even the good part. So I left from my dad's house and was coming up the main road when I passed a man in an electric wheelchair. From the little POW-MIA license plate he had attached and the American flag that he had flying, I'm guessing he was a veteran. So I passed him, and he yelled out "run a few laps for me!" and I said "will do!" and he said "beautiful! you're absolutely beautiful!" Now. I don't think he was talking so much about my physical features as he was about the fact that I had a healthy body and a strong pair of legs and I was out running while he was not able to. And ya know, I think most people, at some time in their lives, have encountered someone who they would consider disadvantaged, whether physically or monetarily or socially or whatever, and have been amazed at how happy they are. Really, this guy was so positive. And I know it was only a few words exchanged, but I just knew he was genuinely excited for me to be running, and not at all bitter, like I think I might be should we trade places.
And even though I have met tons of 'disadvantaged' people (that's not derogatory in any way, btw) and thought that they were really warm and happy, it's one of those things that I a) didn't heartily believe enough to think about, or b) just really didn't think about. Until now. But I think its because people who live in really crappy circumstances have this realization that things aren't going to get any better in that regard, and they see clearly that this thing, whatever they lack, will not fill them up. So they know what true happiness is, and I've got to believe that true happiness is not contingent on things that can be taken away, or else people with nothing would be miserable instead of some of the most genuinely happy people I've ever met. And with people like me on the other hand, who have been given limitless opportunities and have everything we need, there is this thought that a little bit more of whatever is always attainable (this IS America, after all), and somewhere therein lies life getting better. I mean, who is going to stop you from achieving your dreams, because we are always bombarded with the thought that we can if we try really hard, and its always seemed like a positive thing. But its not. We just want more, and it sounds cliche, but its so true. It doesn't even have to be money or material things. This is being really vulnerable, but I think with me, it's this thought deep down that getting married will be when my life really starts to be fulfilling. But that's not true. I have everything I need to be satisfied right here and now, and so does everyone once they give up hope of getting more. Talk about a revelation on what Thanksgiving really should focus on. So give up hope. Really. It's what I need to do.
And it is so beautiful that I can run every day. How much beauty do I miss daily by looking for more?
Thursday, November 27, 2008
Day 67- Happy Thanksgiving!
Thanksgiving is a magical holiday, and its not just because you can eat a lot and not feel bad. In fact, I'm so full of cranberry sauce and peanut butter pie that I'm not really appreciating that aspect of it so much. But what I really like is that it officially kicks off Christmas, and all the spiritual significances aside, its a month full of traditions. I love traditions. Today, there was the usual cheeseball and crackers for breakfast while watching the Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade (and even though the Jonas brothers were not there, it was still pretty good). We added another one, though, as Jessica ran a 5k with me. Although she hasn't exactly agreed to make it a tradition, I think she did way too well to end her running career with this one. We finished in 32 minutes, and our first two miles were sub-10 minute miles. Which is awesome. So, hopefully, there will be a Turkey Trot every Thanksgiving. (And this one wasn't called a 'turkey trot', but that name is so cute that I am applying it to all races happening on Thanksgiving.)
It was definitely a great way to launch myself back into running in MA since I have just returned from a 2 week trip to VA. I spent a week with my bff Kathryn Waller, who is home from Madagascar for a few weeks for a wedding, and that was fantastic. I got some good runs in too, including one with Bobby, who will also be running the marathon in January. So even though the unlimited access to Waller cookies that lasted all week through the diet for a bit of a loop, my training regiment stayed strong, and everything is looking good.
Sweet. Have a very Happy Thanksgiving : )
It was definitely a great way to launch myself back into running in MA since I have just returned from a 2 week trip to VA. I spent a week with my bff Kathryn Waller, who is home from Madagascar for a few weeks for a wedding, and that was fantastic. I got some good runs in too, including one with Bobby, who will also be running the marathon in January. So even though the unlimited access to Waller cookies that lasted all week through the diet for a bit of a loop, my training regiment stayed strong, and everything is looking good.
Sweet. Have a very Happy Thanksgiving : )
Monday, November 10, 2008
Day 50
So today I was finishing up my run and I was on Franklin street headed back to the neighborhood. What you need to know is that while Holbrook isn't exactly a thriving metropolis or anything, its big enough to have 2 Dunkin Donuts and 2 elementary schools within a pretty small radius. This isn't a farming community. Franklin street is the main street that runs through town, and it's considerably busy. So like I said, today I was running on Franklin Street and I heard a bell behind me, but it was faint through the Coldplay coming through my headphones, and I didn't think much of it. Then I came to an intersection and stayed running-in-place so a car could turn in without hitting me, and traffic started to stop up a bit. I figured it it was because the car was turning, and cars stop when that happens on a 2-lane road. Then I continued running and I noticed that I could hear the bell again, but it was a cowbell (which is strange for bikes), and it wasn't getting any louder, though it was louder than before. Thinking that it might be someone with a bell trying to pass me (?), I scooted over into the grass after a while and peeked over my shoulder. It wasn't a bike. It was a pair of goats following me. Just trotting along with me. You might think I'm kidding, but I'm not. This is my life. So I turned around and the momma goat (I think it was the mom, because it was bigger than the other) ran out into the road, where cars had thankfully already begun to stop. The baby goat just stuck with me though and kept looking up at me like I knew where to take it, so I started walking in the opposite direction, where I guess it came from. After a few moments of following me, the baby ran out into the street too, and they wouldn't move. Instead of moving, they just peed in the street, and what I learned today is that goats can pee a lot. I thought maybe I should go and grab their collars, but goats might bite, and I didn't want to risk it. I mean, geese bite, and my past with geese is a traumatic one, so why wouldn't goats? By this point, I think people thought the goats were mine, because they had followed me, and I was just standing there on the side of the road watching the goats, calling to them and trying to decide what to do. Luckily, a man got out of his truck and herded the goats into a gated yard. Whether they were his or not, I don't know, but he gave me a thumbs up and I took it as my cue that the situation was under control.
If that wasn't enough, just before I got to my street, I heard barking, and looked up to see a HUGE dog barking ferociously and bounding towards me. And his owner kept shouting "Petey! Want a treat? Want a treat Petey?" No. Petey didn't want a treat. He wanted to jump on me and nip at me. I thought that, maybe since I have past semi-professional experience with dogs, maybe I could deal with him. Wrong. He didn't bite me though, and the owner was able to get him into her car.
Anyway, I just hope that my runs keep this level of excitement.
If that wasn't enough, just before I got to my street, I heard barking, and looked up to see a HUGE dog barking ferociously and bounding towards me. And his owner kept shouting "Petey! Want a treat? Want a treat Petey?" No. Petey didn't want a treat. He wanted to jump on me and nip at me. I thought that, maybe since I have past semi-professional experience with dogs, maybe I could deal with him. Wrong. He didn't bite me though, and the owner was able to get him into her car.
Anyway, I just hope that my runs keep this level of excitement.
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