We are very good at preparing to live, but not very good at living. We know how to sacrifice ten years for a diploma, and we are willing to work very hard to get a job, a car, a house, and so on. But we have difficulty remembering that we are alive in the present moment, the only moment there is for us to be alive.
amendingamber Too long to reply, but I hope this helps. I have lots of strategies. I’ve heard various arguments re; accidentally pepper spraying yourself, plus I don’t like to carry extra stuff, so no pepper spray for me. Mainly, I watch the dog’s body language (taili wagging? hair on back standing up?) and if they don’t seem aggressive then I use my best “good dog” voice. If they respond positively to that then I generally either give them a little pet or just move on (depending on if I’m in a hurry.) Most dogs will stop bothering you once you get past their turf. However we don’t always know what their turf is. When I meet an obviously aggressive dog, I use my deepest, most alpha voice and usually curse loudly at them. This partly to “bark back” at them and partly to alert their owners that I’m being harassed. I usually slow to a walk, while trying to get past them as quickly as possible. It seems running brings out the territorial predator in some dogs. Depending on what kind of experience it is, I might change my route for the future. I run about 80% of my runs on country roads and have made some good dog friends that are now highlights of my runs. I’ve also had scary, heart-pounding encounters. Don’t forget that you have the right to walk, run or cycle on public streets or sidewalks without feeling like you’re going to be bitten. The dogs aren’t the real problem, but asshole dog owners are.
12 miles done. It took me until 5:30 to get out the door but I managed.
I think this was a run for building mental toughness. I really wanted to stop several times but my legs kept going. I was bored. My legs felt tight. At mile 9 I thought “are you kidding me” that I had three more miles. I saw not one, not two, but three German Shepherds.
I kept going and all was good in the end.
Back to the German Shepherds. I was nearly attacked by two last summer (not while running) and I am skittish around them now. Quite frankly I become more terrified of them every time I see one. There are two that I saw around mile 3. I don’t like them but I know that they are behind an electric fence and cannot get to me. I do dart to the other side of the road when they run toward me just in case.
At mile 11 a german shepherd came running up to me in a neighborhood. I couldn’t tell which house it belonged to because it was all over the place. I stopped and put my hands in front of me and yelled at it to get away. It kind of looked like it wanted to play but they just scare me so much. Two girls poked their head out a window and told me it was their dog Lucy. I yelled “well Lucy needs to stay the hell in your yard” (shouldn’t have cursed at children…whoops) or something along those lines. Their mom came to the door and yelled at Lucy to get in. Obviously Lucy didn’t go inside because she came running at me again when I had to backtrack about a block away from the house. That time I did the same thing but I kind of started to hyperventilate and tear up because I was so nervous. I just really hate German Shepherds.
My coworker bought me pepper spray to carry because they are afraid that I’ll be attacked by a dog while running. I don’t know if that would just make a dog angrier. I know I can’t outrun them so I usually stand there and yell and back away from them.
So answer me this, what do you do when a dog comes at you when you’re running?
If you ain’t scared, you ain’t human.
When Thomas wakes up in the lift, the only thing he can remember is his name. He’s surrounded by strangers—boys whose memories are also gone.
Nice to meet ya, shank. Welcome to the Glade.
Outside the towering stone walls that surround the Glade is a limitless, ever-changing maze. It’s the only way out—and no one’s ever made it through alive.
Everything is going to change.
Then a girl arrives. The first girl ever. And the message she delivers is terrifying.
Remember. Survive. Run.
Reblog for future reference.