The road and the dog

A friend of mine told me running down Meloy Rd. outside of Kent was dangerous. She said when she ran for the Kent State cross country team, they would get yelled at for running down the narrow, country road.

So of course I planned a 12 mile run which included 2 miles on the out-of-the-way road. Bad idea.

First, it was snowing on and off that day. The off was everything before Meloy. The on was the entire time on Meloy.

Second, we ran into the wind the entire way down Meloy.

And the worst part of Meloy Rd. ...

Residents of the road from Hell don't bother restraining their dogs. Not even freakin' invisible fences. I thought Keith was going to get mauled.

Luckily, his really loud yell scared the crap out of the dog. I was impressed someone so out of breath could yell that loud to be honest. I'm pretty sure the dog (I think it was a German shepherd, or Cujo) did a back flip.

Later on I started wondering what I would have done in the event of a dog mauling. Would I have ran to my friend's help and tackled the beast? Would I have sprinted to the house and alerted the owners of Cerberus? Would I have kept running down Meloy?

I don't really know. Hopefully, I won't ever have to.

What I do know is the next time I plan on running down Meloy Rd., I hope someone punches me in the throat. Like really hard.