Little dog with a limp

running dog I’ve just come back from a run, and as I came in the gate of my house, a little dog with a limp ran past on the street. This is the third time I’ve seen this dog in the last ten days or so, which, given that it’s running about by itself at all hours without a collar, or an owner, would make you think that it’s a stray. I don’t think it is, though. It’s pretty fat and looks well-cared-for but, most importantly, it’s a dog with a fucking mission. You never see him idling away his time with sad, puppy-dog eyes, hoping some kind-hearted stranger will take him in. Oh no! He’s always running down the street, looking like he’s got somewhere very important to go. I’ve tried talking to him to see if he needs any help, but he always turns around, without even breaking stride, and gives me a “Whatever!” look. Hmmm.

My run was brilliant, especially because it’s been raining, and it’s so lovely and cool outside. When the weather is this mild, it’s like I’m floating through the air when I’m running. I used to go running late at night all the time, but this year I just got out of the habit. It’s probably a good thing, too, as it’s not good to get your body all psyched up at night when you should be trying to get ready for bed. If I could make myself go to bed earlier, I’d go running first thing in the morning, but I’m rarely able to do that. Whenever I have done it, I feel great, though! There is no better way to start the day than with a run. I always feel energized and invincible!

I have run three marathons, but I’m pretty bored of road running these days, and I have barely run at all this summer. I’ve decided to try something different, and so I’ve signed up for a trail running course that starts on Saturday. The goal is to train for a trail race early next year. There are three distance options (25K, 50K and 100K) and, since I’m a masochist and incredibly competitive, I want to do the longest one. I know I can do it. I love trail running. It’s so beautiful being out in nature instead of on some fucking boring suburban road. Trail runners are also more fun than marathon runners; for some reason, marathon runners are all white, over-privileged, Type A, obsessive, neurotic, control freaks with such empty lives that running becomes their everything; some trail runners can be like that, too, but for the most part they’re a bit grittier and don’t take themselves so seriously.

Today was much better than yesterday. It started off very badly with my noon session cancelling on me at the last minute. I cried onto my keyboard at this point because I just couldn’t have handled another day of sitting at home and making no money. Things did pick up later, however, and I saw two clients. They were even nice, which was such a relief, as I was depressed and couldn’t have faced dealing with any bullshit. The first one was a single dad with full-time custody of his kid. Apparently the mother is now a speed addict. Some people think guys who see sex workers are scum (and, well, some of them definitely have issues), but who can really blame a guy like this for his choices? Working full-time and then looking after his little girl, he probably barely has time to masturbate nevermind find some woman to date and have socially acceptable sex with! The second one was a pleasant but very dim-witted twenty-six-year-old who had apparently just dumped his fiancée in July even though they were supposed to be getting married at the start of September. He seemed very insouciant about this. He said his ex was a lazy bitch but couldn’t he have figured this out sooner instead of waiting until the last minute?! This guy was probably a complete arse, but he was so young and dumb that passing some moral judgement on his behaviour would be akin to passing moral judgement on a chimpanzee.

Ah, yes…feeling in a much better mood tonight. Why on earth did I stop running so much this summer?! I know it’s vital for my mental health.


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12 thoughts on “Little dog with a limp

  1. Xul September 24, 2009 at 12:18 am Reply

    I just don’t know how you folks do it! (Marathon running that is!) Just not my forte. I think my aversion to running came from having lazy-ass elementary school PE teachers who made us run for an hour every Wednesday so they wouldn’t have to be bothered minding the children. *sigh* The perils of parochial school!

    I DO have a fondness for mountain biking. And yes, it is possible to do it down in the flat lands! We have some great parks with bike trails. I, too, love being out in nature. Unfortunately, it’s been so damned hot this summer that I haven’t been able to do it much.

    Good luck with the training, eh?

    • petrichoric September 24, 2009 at 12:31 am Reply

      It’s really not that hard. Obviously if you set out to run 26.2 miles with no training, it might be rather painful, but any healthy person can do it as long as they train. You should try it! As for cycling, well, I do it all the time to get from A to B, as I don’t own a car, but I don’t really like the idea of mountain biking. Too dangerous!

      • Xul September 24, 2009 at 1:51 am Reply

        I’ll stick to chasing my dog around the yard! Mountain biking is only dangerous if you are doing it on actual mountains. Where I’m at, the “terrain” is man-made so you can avoid anything too risky.

  2. Fantastic Forrest September 24, 2009 at 2:26 am Reply


    Hi! I read your comment at Coffee Yogurt to me and wanted to clear up a few things right away.

    1. I WAS joking.

    2. It was a joke.

    3. Anyone who knows me knows it was a joke.

    4. It was a lame joke, and anyone who didn’t know me would likely make the same conclusions you did. I should have clarified my position better.

    5. I’m sorry.

    6. I love Europe. We lived in Ireland, and I thought the health care system was great. I wish we still lived in Europe. I wish so many of my fellow Americans weren’t eejits about other countries.

    7. I actually do know what socialism means. I have a political science degree and teach at the college level. I deplore the ignorant a**holes who keep shouting socialism whenever the Obama administration (a candidate I supported and volunteered for and voted for, BTW) does anything whatsoever. In any case, I don’t think socialism is a bad thing. I like good government and public facilities and am proud to pay my taxes. I hate the McCarthyism and redbaiting that’s going on in this country.

    8. A cursory look at my blog would have told you what my politics were, as well as my sometimes sarcastic, mocking sense of humour. Do a search on my blog for the term health care reform and you’ll see exactly where I stand. In fact, you might even enjoy the results: You might also enjoy my recent post about the speech the President made to schoolchildren. To be clear, I thought the parents who planned to keep their children home were morons. It’s at

    9. I am cut to the quick by your comment. No joke. I’d hope PhD in Yogurtry knew my comment was meant in jest, because we’ve commented on each other’s blogs for some time now. I hope you will reconsider your comment, and post another one over at coffeeyogurt to clarify that I’m not a schmuck.

    10. You have a very nice blog here, and I’d love to visit again and enjoy your posts. They are interesting and funny. Let’s be friends, okay? 🙂

    • petrichoric September 28, 2009 at 2:54 pm Reply

      Sorry! Sorry! Sorry! I already left an apology over at Coffee Yoghurt’s blog, but I’m leaving one here, too. I should definitely have checked out your blogs more thoroughly before posting that comment. However, in my defence, I wasn’t actually sure if you were indeed a crazy right-wing person (I didn’t think you’d be commenting on Coffee Yoghurt’s blog if you were), and I did say that I didn’t know if your comment was a joke or not.

      So, anyway, let’s be friends, and I will add you to my blogroll after I’ve posted this (the blogger’s equivalent of the olive branch)!

      • Fantastic Forrest September 28, 2009 at 5:11 pm Reply

        🙂 Thanks! I’m just a crazy left-wing person.

        • petrichoric September 28, 2009 at 8:40 pm Reply

          No problem. Oops, forgot to add you to my blog roll as promised…Doing it now.

          • Fantastic Forrest September 29, 2009 at 6:34 pm Reply

            Whoops, meant that to follow your comment, petrichor. I didn’t expect mine to come before yours. That sounds like a sex reference, but it really isn’t. Ha!

            • petrichoric September 29, 2009 at 8:05 pm Reply

              Feel free to leave as many sex references as you want!

  3. Terry September 24, 2009 at 5:07 am Reply

    Isn’t physical activity great for lightening the mood ? I love it !! I do say I admire someone who can run marathons because I don,t like running. I like pilates, step, zumba, aero salsa, name it.

    It’s great you have this activity that drowns you in all those much needed endorphins !

    Thanks for reviewing my blog on Blogged. Much appreciated !

  4. yogurtry September 24, 2009 at 8:47 am Reply

    Yours and my profession are alike in the sense that there are those that come to see us as a way of coping with lonliness. I strive to do therapy that helps people build a social network so that they don’t have to pay for companionship, but it often takes a level of interpersonal courage they don’t believe they have. “Just showing up” at social events and hobby classes can be daunting for many, especially when feeling bedraggled and spurned.

    I particularly feel for the older set: middle aged and older clients, friends and acquaintances who are divorced, single, widowed, who are just plain lonely for physical affection. Closeness. Contact comfort. It’s one thing to find someone who wants wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am sex. It’s another to find someone who will stick around and chat, cuddle and actually give a shit.

  5. Fantastic Forrest September 29, 2009 at 6:31 pm Reply

    Back at ya! 🙂

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