September 27, 2010
It was as if a gentlemanly waiter wanted to escort me to my table, and I remember thinking: 'Who said chivalry is dead?!' But then it hit me: I'm not ín a restaurant! And as I looked behind me, right into the eyes of a big German Shepherd my heart practically stopped.
Shaking with fright I managed to whisper: 'Go home!' to the dog, and then I ran home as fast as my trembling knees would carry me.
I haven't taken that route since, because both as a mom and as a runner, you have to choose your path wisely!