Jack Russell attack

Date	Celsius ° (C*9/5)+32=F	Place of run	Duration (min)	start time	One inside loop	9 flights (sec)
15 May	≈ 10	Nizhenskaya,Moscow,	≈29	07:29	1:18.51	33.83

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A pleasantly cool morning today.  I ran through an area that could be called a park, along a river.  Birds singing, a light breeze, white blossoms in all their glory—an idyllic scene. 

At one point, I was accosted by an 8-inch high Jack Russell Terrier.  He began at the top of the hill and charged at me as I was running along the bottom.
I could hear the owner yelling fecklessly from the time the dog was still a mile away.  The old saw, “His bark is worse than his bite” comes to mind, as I did not even break stride, allowing the little dude to give it his best shot.  I looked down at him a couple times, thinking, “Aren’t you so cute.”  I wish I had looked up at his human companion because we could have shared a knowing glance as the fearsome bundle of energy turned himself inside-out with rage.  After 30 seconds or so, he concluded that he had successfully scared me away and returned to his proper station—protecting his ‘master.’

It's clear from the stats above that I did 0 sets of push-ups, and the only pull-ups were in my apartment. I decided that I need to burn some more fat. I discovered the other day that I seem to be gaining weight.  Of course, I am not concerned about this in a serious manner, but I want to keep the hounds of pudgy excess at bay. I am doing my best not to fall into the obesity trap that pervades my countrymen and women. After all, I convinced my insurance company to provide me health coverage because I maintain my weight and eat a healthy diet.  Not everything I've written here adds up, but I’m going for the overall effect.

So we are into that lovely time of year when the temperature doesn't play much of a role in the enjoyment of the day. Not exactly.  The temperature plays a huge role in this area, but it is consistently wonderful, so I need not think much about it.  I’m considering removing it from the table of numbers above.  BUT, I figure that this summer in Iowa when it becomes hotter than hell, and then in Albania where it is hotter than the hell reserved for pontificators, I will need to add the column back—so I’ll leave it.