Most of my blog posts are
- not about running
- cryptically titled in order to get you thinking ‘ooh, that’s interesting…..’
This one is the black swan of blog posts.
I was bitten by a dog while out running.
When I say bitten I don’t mean snappy yelping of an excited terrier.
I mean ‘escape from Colditz’ bitten.
It was a classic example of a dog bred for guarding and aggression being paired with a moron who didn’t realise this.
I’m not afraid of dogs so I answered the canine aggression with my own middle aged man (think junior victor meldrew) aggression and the dog was under control pretty quickly – although still very aggressive.
I didn’t turn into a werewolf as a result of the bite but I did turn into Angry Citizen so I phoned the police and got them to come along and be all shouty at the moron with the dog.
Joking aside, if this had been a child’s face and not my leg I don’t think there would be as much humour in the whole thing.
As a result of that I’m going to see it out on the legal side.
I ended up with a trip to the doctor and a dose of antibiotics and a tetanus jab.
And bite marks on my leg.
My biggest fear from the whole thing is that I’ll become afraid of dogs or to put it in different language – disproportionately risk averse to dogs.
I’m also doing the Marcothon which is giving me a good excuse to drop my runs from 4 miles to 3 miles.