Out for a run this evening, headed for the off-road section. Just at a point where two trails merge, I come up to a couple on the other trail. I gave my usual cheery "Evening". The bloke sort of points ahead and looks as if he's saying something – my crucial mistake being that I was in mp3 oblivion. Next thing I know is their collie comes flying for me. Does a bit of not very nice growling and barking. I stop and face him/her at which point he kind of shirks back towards his owners. I can see them saying sorry, so I say, "that's ok, no worries" and off I go again. Only to feel the fecker at my ankles again. This time he definitely tried to give me a nip. His owners call him back again. I give my best "I'm a bit miffed but I'm not going to make a big issue out of this" look and off I go again. The little bastard comes after me again! This time I stood my ground and waited for the owner. Wanting to say something really assertive and scary, I manage "Ammmmm, this is kind of not very funny anymore" so the owner then holds the dog by the collar so I can blast off and actually get out of the his sight.
I ran the next kilometer at around 4 minutes – the adrenaline was going quite a bit 🙂
I should have gone all TJ on them shouldn't I?