So last night was hill training. I wasn’t super excited to go as we had a busy day, I was exhausted and we ate Indian for supper. However, once I got to the hill in Lake Bonavista, I got into a really awesome rhythm. I was consistent with my 250 m up and fast on the way down (no stitches!) There was another gal sharing the hill with me. Each time I passed her (she was going up, I was going down etc.) I felt like I should high-five her. Hills are the devil. Anyway, after I completed my fifth interval, a Honda civic pulled over on the hill about half-way up; I thought “uhhhh that’s weird.” And I started thinking, oh my God, someone is trying to kidnap me (I watched the news coverage on those three girls in Cleveland) + overactive imagination.
Anyway, just as I turned back a fricking dog came out of the middle of nowhere… barking his ever-loving-mind at me. The Honda ripped around and came down the hill to where I was (and dog). The girl was like “Is that your dog?” uhmmm lady… I don’t think I would be crapping myself and stiff as a board if I knew this dog. But anyway, she was kind enough (and brave enough) to pull over and try to calm the dog down, but it only aggravated him further. She jumped behind her car door. I was standing below a tree. I tried to break a branch off (it was a ridiculous branch anyway, much too small) and it definitely wouldn’t have done SFA if that dog decided to really attack. Panicked I switched on the old safari looking for animal control. The dog put itself between me and my truck and would not let me move anywhere. If I turned away, he would run at me. If I faced him, he would run at me. It was the most uncomfortable position I have been in, in a while (except maybe labour.) Finally this enormous truck came barreling down the hill. I frantically waved them down so that they could at least occupy the dog so I could get into my truck. Out hops a guy apologizing and saying it was his best friends dog and “he’s a nice dog, wouldn’t hurt ya” …. uhhhmmm hmmmm At night, without glasses on and a dog furiously barking and stalking me didn’t make me feel all warm and fuzzy.
Anyway, after they took off I thought I would finish the last five intervals. Then, I looked at the top of the hill and saw another loose dog and thought, “Oh hell no. I am not doing this again.” So I turned around and jumped into the truck. It was disappointing not to finish because I was doing so well and so strong, but my heart probably couldn’t handle it anyway!