Potential pain stared me in the face three times on the same stretch of road whilst out biking the last few days. Earlier this week I was zipping along and my least favorite surprise happened. A dog with the fiercest growl came out of no where and got too close for comfort. Fear of dogs....um....yep. My mind went quickly to "this is going to hurt" Fortunately the dog was only bluffing and my heart probably triple timed up that hill.
The next day it had snowed the night before and all the roads were clear....except the growling dog road. The growling dog did happen to make another appearance but I stayed calm and cool and didn't even give it credit for it's fierce growl.. Poor thing. Growling wasted. Anyway.....it suddenly got a bit more challenging to stay upright. Snow. Lots of it. I slipped and slid my way up the hill on a not very melted snowy road. Weeellllll.....what goes up, usually comes down. On the other side of the hill the snow was much less cooperative. I had a death grip on the handle bars and carefully searched for dry pavement. That patch was a LONG way off. "This is going to hurt" was very actively tripping through my head this time. More like...."this going to hurt, this is going to hurt, this is going to hurt" sort of to the rhythm of "I think I can, I think I can, I think I can". FINALLY reached the patch of pavement and FINALLY exhaled and was able to relax a bit grateful for my helmet and extra clothing even though I escaped pain and also was thinking of how stupid I was to attempt that hill with that much snow on the ground. I am easily tempted when it comes to hills.
The VERY next day, with nice clear roads, I.....succumbed to the growling, slipping, sliding road again. What could go wrong today??? Right??? I might need to change my route. I got to the top of the second hill and looked over at the same property I have passed day after day and noticed a big boxer like dog galloping down the drive way. A few words came to mind....."This is going to...." amongst other words. I had never seen THIS dog and it stopped halfway down the long driveway. Phew. You guessed it. It changed its mind and started sprinting and barking fiercely at the stupid biker woman. I was just waiting for it to take a hunk out of my leg. "This is going to hurt" (common theme on this road) but fortunately the thing stopped its pursuit of the stupid me and went back home. Deep breath. Lots of them. Have I mentioned I am scared of dogs????
I spent the rest of my ride home contemplating a new route. We shall see if I am stupid....tomorrow.