Ah yes.. skidmarks. I left 'em yesterday.
No no, not these skidmarks. I left a set with my tires.
I was driving along, minding my own business, and I saw a dear bound up the hill near me, and jump the guardrail. Now, I grew up driving in the "country", and have had a number of close calls. I generally think I do pretty well in spotting them in the turf ahead, etc.
When I saw the deer coming, the thought ran through my mind "Ah shizzzz... Here goes my record for missing deer." I know my day is coming, as there are just so many out and about.
So, I slammed on the brakes, left a portion of my tires on the road, hit the horn, and waited to see what happened.
Inches. That was it. I missed him.
I honestly thought that I could have brushed him with my car. I got out to look later, just to see, not quite believing it. (I did see that I really need to wash my car, however. Wow. What slob takes care of this machine?)
(Coming home later, I got to see my skidmarks, and was all "Ooh, I made those".)
I did go for a run last night, and included my walking in the run totals and time for the first time. Before I get there, I'll talk about the run.
I was going along, again, minding my own business, and feeling great. 3/4 of a mile into the run, I hear a dog barking and making a bee-line for me. Oh, great.
I'm not an animal person. I never had a dog growing up, and I don't really know how to approach a situation like this. I don't know the dog's intentions. I'd prefer him to do his thing, and I'll do mine.
The owner just sort of stood there yelling his name, not really moving. So, I decided to do the "flight" choice of "fight or flight". Not that I can really outrun many of the creatures here on Earth. But, what are you supposed to do?
So, I hauled it, dropped a few vocal choice words toward the dog and his owner, and off I went.
No harm done. Except, it just really turned the run into a crap run. A skidmark run, if you will, since we're in the toilet on this post. After that, I just wasn't feeling the groove. Sure, my numbers were OK, but I just wasn't feeling it.
I punched out 3.56 miles at a 9:20 pace. That included the walking. I'm really surprised it really wasn't too much slower than normal.
All in all, two potentially disastrous situations avoided during the day. Not too shabby at all.
Alright, that's all for now.. keep on rockin'!