In my last post, I mentioned how I saw the most beautiful woman running in my neighborhood. As I was doing an eight-miler yesterday, I hoped, by amazing coincidence, we’d cross paths.
When I got to the intersection where I’d seen her, way in the distance was a woman, running the opposite direction from me. I studied her, not sure if she was the one. I thought of breaking into a sprint, but her pace looked pretty decent. It’d be hard to catch her.
A minute later she turned. I couldn’t even tell what street she’d taken. I was saddened. Maybe I missed the only chance I’d get.
I resumed my run, regretting I didn’t run after her the moment I saw her.
I passed a fenced, two-story house. A dog that always aggressively barks and charges at me had gotten out. With no fence between us, he moved away, tail between his legs. I decided to give him a taste of his own medicine.
I chased him down alleys, through yards, across streets, zig-zagging from one side to the other, I was relentless. Whenever he put more gap between us, I really pushed to keep the pressure on. It was turning into a great speed workout for me.
After a mile and a half he gave up and cowered in someone’s front yard. I jumped on him.
We wrestled until I noticed the homeowner staring out the window. Dog and I cooled it and began jogging back to his house. We were friends now.
Since then I’ve gone past twice, and he’s always friendly and excited to see me.