ahh the little thrills of running

so this morning, i was jogging along down the street,breathing in that wonderfully thick, humid air. in my own little world, when i suddenly noticed a large, black, vicious hairball of a dog running at me with a nice set of sharp teeth. to my surprise and dismay he was only about 6 feet away from me and coming(usually they bark or you can hear them them running towards you, but this fellow was a quit the ambusher). luckily my years of running and being chased by dogs has fine tuned my instincts for these kind of situations. my mouth instantly opened and my lungs erupted with a series of threats and commands in my most terrifying voice. lucky for me the dog skidded to a stop (much too close for comfort) instead of taking a chunk out of my exposed thigh. i backed away from him, still yelling, for a couple feet and then continued on my way. I'm glad i didn't have kona and granite w me, a fight would have surely arisen.