Woof! Woof! The sound that stops most runners dead in their tracks. Having been a runner for a sustained period I've had my fair share of rather unpleasant encounters with dogs. I will tell you about the encounter that stopped my legs and made my heart race. People living in residential areas have baffling practices. Never in my life would I have thought that my neighbor would opt to place his vicious dogs outside his gate before he goes to bed every night. We've never discussed it but maybe it was to ensure that a thief didn't get the opportunity to get close enough to scope out the place. Anyway, while I'm sure he has his reasons for operating like this, an unsuspecting 5 am runner will be breakfast for these animals. I almost became a meal myself one morning.
Let me tell you how it went down: I went on my usual run down Great East road in the early morning and everything was just flowing; I was feeling good, running strong and I was happy to be alive. This excitement led to me extending my run and deciding to explore new routes in my neighborhood. Foolish me. I got off the highway and ran through a new street and within 100 meters I saw it. Pointy ears shot right up and then I heard it. It was unmistakable. It was "Grrrrrrrr....grrrrrrr....WOOF! WOOF!" I would've taken off had it not been for pure fear cutting off the power to my legs and paralyzing me. The dogs sensing the fear started to rapidly approach. The closer they got, the stronger my will to survive got and I decided to go out swinging! I was going to go out like a man. I made myself as wide as possible and started screaming with as much bass as I could. Perhaps I even started barking myself! I don't remember clearly. When you survive a deadly situation your memory isn't 100% accurate. I'm no psychologist but maybe the mind simply tries to preserve your dignity should you make it out alive. Woof! Woof! A sound once they hear it tends to make some runners believe that they can outrun unfriendly canines. Don't. I didn't have this wisdom before but I do now. Stop, and don't run any further. Here's my personal advice when faced with a woof! woof! situation on the run:
Anyway, after all that I've experienced, you couldn't pay me to run through a residential neighborhood. I just don't fancy myself as dog food.
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Chibwe Mulenga
10/12/2020 11:48:29 pm
Good read...you’ve probably help me save a pound of flesh, Chief!
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10/21/2020 06:02:14 am
Lol! Thank you. I'm happy to have written something that's proved to be useful to you.
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Makwembo Moompo
6/22/2021 10:20:06 pm
🤣🤣🤣🤣 very exciting read. Like it's a folk tale.
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Chrisa Mwambazi
6/22/2021 11:17:43 pm
Lmao. The thrill ! You are really good at story telling I've had such a good morning laugh.
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Kababa Kangwa
6/23/2021 09:58:09 pm
😂😂 sound advice I remember encountering 8 dogs on an early morning run on independence Avenue. I legit said to myself Zoona Mwelesa is this how I’ll go out 🤦🏾♂️
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