Adventures in Running

So yesterday I decided to run the road instead of the track. I do much better and can hold out for longer when I don't know how far I'm running. I used the road to Kim's house as a warm-up, then turned left at the end to head down by the New Temple. At the end of Kim's road, I started running. I decided to just run until I couldn't run anymore. I was feeling good. Made it all the way to New Temple, then turned right up that side road, then turned left onto the next road (the one that connects with Tate Mill). Anyway, at the end of that road a dog came after me. A Chow, nonetheless. His buddies were waiting in the wings, ready to attack at their leader's signal. I'm familiar with these dogs; if you stop running, they stop chasing and will back off. So at the stop sign, I had to stop running to avoid being eaten alive by Fido and the gang. I walked the rest of the way back to the school and used it as my cool down. I got in the car to mark how far I had actually run. NINE-TENTHS OF A MILE! I was so mad. I have been trying to run a whole mile straight for weeks. I get that close and have to stop FOR A DOG! A DOG! Not my lungs, or my knee or my weak mind. DOGS! I think I would have rather kept running an extra tenth of a mile and gotten eaten by Fido just to say I ran a mile straight. Grrrrrr...stupid dog!