First, I get up after a long night of partying on Krupt Mob
Radio. I don’t have time to explain that right now. Just visit www.kruptmobradiolive.com for
details. I have every right to make the excuse that I was tired and deserved a
break. Had it not been for me keeping
track of everything in this blog, I would have stayed my behind in bed and did
just that but I didn’t want to disappoint my readers. Anyway, I go to wake up my son (whom I call
BabyGenius) and he tells me he’s tired so he’s not going. That was another
reason not to go but since I want to be Motivational Mona, I decide to go
alone.
I get to the track and I see Daisy from DAY TWO. I wave and start speed walking my first lap. For some reason my energy was really good
considering I was up (and drinking) last night.
I actually ran half of each of the first 4 laps! I was so proud of
myself. But there was no one there to see it. BabyGenius was home in bed and
Daisy had left after my first go around the track. And then it happened…
Can I just tell you all that I walk/jog on the track for one
reason and one reason only? I mean it would be so easy to get up and walk/jog
around my neighborhood (which is actually a very nice neighborhood) but there
is one thing that keeps me from doing that. DOGS. I always have this fear that
someone’s dog is going to get loose and then I’d have to run for my life but
can’t because I had just wasted energy jogging through the neighborhood for no
reason. It’s because of this fear, that I
go to a nice, safe, secure track at the junior high school.
All was going so well with my idea of not training for a
marathon at the local track until along comes DAY THREE. As I get halfway into lap #5 (I was still jogging at
this point), I look over to my right and something catches my eye. Behind the
track is a small dead end street with about 8 houses on it. Right next to the
rear entrance of the track is a little tan house that until this day looked so
obsolete one would hardly notice it.
Just as I was about to stop jogging and start speed walking, a large
boxer comes running out of the house and runs through the entrance of the track
field.
Now, I’m an avid watcher of The Dog Whisperer on The
National Geographic channel. I have been approached by dogs many times before
and stood my ground and showed no fear. However, when you are already running
and a dogs start to chase you, all that stuff that Cesar Millian says goes
right out the window. You hear me? This is especially true if it’s Marmaduke
chasing you. And no, National Geographic is not sponsoring this blog either. I
have to stop this free promotion.
In any event, I saw Marmaduke head for the secondary gate
and weighed my options in 1.5 seconds. I look straight ahead and I saw some
large storage bins and figured if I ran quick enough I could get to them before
Marmaduke got to me. Just as I started picking up my pace, I noticed from the
corner of my eye another dog was coming behind Marmaduke! This dog was not so threatening.
It was a small pug but he was still a co-conspirator. I then quickly thought to
myself “This can’t be happening” and ran like an Olympic track runner to those
storage bins.
I get to the bins (I swear I broke some kind of sprinting
record getting there) and realize I cannot climb on top of those bins. I jump
up on a bench that had been placed in front of the bins and waited for
Marmaduke and his sidekick Puggie to get to me. Now all of Cesar Millan, The Dog
Whisper’s teachings came back to me. I was now standing still on top of the
bench and no longer running and I was able to stand my ground.
Marmaduke got to me first of course and stood in front of me
barking. I stood still in a non-
threatening manner and watched his tail.
He was wagging it. I thanked the lord above and continued standing
there. Finally, I see some tiny woman come walking from the little tan house
calling out to Marmaduke and Puggie, whom had now reached me as well and was
throwing in his little barks here and there. Was this #$@* serious. She was
walking and my life was flashing before my eyes. I called out to her to come
get her damn dogs and she responds “I am.” And I said “Well you need to come a
little quicker than that!”
Marmaduke continued barking and waving his tail at me but I
didn’t take any chances in getting off of that bench. I just stood still and
waited for Lazy Laura to get there.
Puggie eventually got bored with the entire ordeal and wandered off
further down the track. I wasn’t concerned with him. I could take him easily in
a fight. I was watching what Marmaduke was doing. Thank goodness he was only
sniffing at the ground in front of me and was still wagging his tail.
After what seemed like eternity, Lazy Laura captured her
dogs and returned them to the house. I no longer felt like walking/jogging the
track but I finished the fifth lap and then decided to go home. Originally, I
wanted to do 6 laps but those dogs stole my mojo.
As I approached the exiting gate, I reached in my left
pocket for my keys. Guess what? That’s right! They were not there! I will not
type what I said but do know had I had been 10 years old, my mouth would still
be full of soap right now.
I ended up doing that 6th lap (walking of course)
because I had to find my keys. I’m sure you can guess where they were right?
They were underneath the bench that I had jumped on to escape the bloodhounds.
Unbelievable. I swear to you I couldn’t make this up if I tried.
All in all, I had a great run today. I did six laps. All of which I ran at least
half of each lap and one I sprinted like a track star and even hurdled onto a
bench. I think that was a little too much action for me today. I think DAY FOUR will take place downstairs in
my basement on my treadmill.
Ms. P.
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