I’m probably going to catch hell for this blog post, but here it goes anyway.
My darling sister sent me a link to a blog titled “Seven Reasons As To Why Running is Bad For You” the other day. I read the rather scathing blog and thought, hmm, this dude makes a few good points. I didn’t care for the way he bashed running (as a person who loves running), and his general negative attitude, but the first reason was rather interesting: “Have you looked at distance runners?”
The author points out that most runners, especially distance runners, are…well…out of shape. If you look at the majority of people crossing the line of a marathon, they are not the gazelle-looking athletes you would expect. The author points out that they have, “man boobs” and “spare tires”.
He says his goal is to look good naked, and I agree, if you work this hard, you should look good naked! If you want to look good naked, I give my take on how to do it in this blog.
I would argue that this fact is true for many athletes. Cyclists, swimmers, runners, the people at the gym who show-up for boot-camp or Crossfit, whatever. Many of them are still not the ‘ideal image of fitness’.
So why? Why are these people who workout an hour a day, seven days a week not fit? Why is it that a marathon runner who goes out for four-hour training runs still has a set of man boobs? Why does the guy doing Crossfit three times a week still have a barrel chest with a gut? Why does the cyclist who rides one hundred miles in one day still have a muffin-top riding over her bike shorts? I’ll tell you why, but first you have to promise not to get upset. Don’t shoot the messenger and please DON’T assume I am ignorant as to the difficulties of weight issues.
Here’s the reason. Your physical appearance has much, much, much more to do with what you put in your mouth than how many calories you burn.
We ALL have six-pack abs, though some are more pronounced than others. The difference is that if you have a thick layer of fat covering them, you won’t see your ab muscles. A person can be extremely fit and look just like anyone else.
One of the biggest problems people run into when they do any fitness routine, is they over compensate for the calories they burned. A one hour run, on average, burns about 600 calories. If you go home and drink a tall glass of chocolate milk and eat a bagel, you’ve replaced the calories you just burned. And if you are like most fitness junkies, you think you are entitled to eat whatever you want since you work out so hard. “We need to carb-load” they say. Bull shit. You need to eat well, and pasta is not the best choice.
The person who works out sporadically tends to ‘reward’ themselves after a difficult workout session with a special treat like a candy bar or a Big Mac then wonder’s why they haven’t lost any weight. When weeks and weeks of this effort at working out results in weight gain, they lose all confidence in themselves and create a downward spiral. They run to the comfort foods to heal their pain.
I’ve been on long endurance rides with some of the best cyclists in the area and am appalled to see them noshing on gummy bears and a coke at the rest stop. It’s no wonder they don’t fit the image of the extreme athletes they are. I can’t help but wonder how much faster and better they could be if they fueled their body with real food.
The fact is: if you want to be the image of an athlete, you need to eat correctly and work out. If you want to feel healthy, you need to eat well. If you want to be a healthy weight, you need to eat well. No amount of exercise gives you a pass to eat like crap. As an athlete, eating well will fuel your workouts and feed your fitness level like never before. Even if you are not an athlete, you can look better and feel amazing if you just eat well.
What do you mean by ‘eat well’?
Okay, here’s my take on how everyone should eat in as few words as possible. Take it or leave it. But if you want to feel great, look great (even naked) and be the best athlete you can be, you might want to give it a go.
STOP rewarding yourself with junk food. Cut out all the cakes, muffins, doughnuts, candy, and chips. It’s junk, it’s filled with sugar and ultimately it will ruin you. It’s not worth it. A little dark chocolate on a rare occasion may be fine but that’s it. Sugar feeds cancer cells (and we all have cancer cells), it spikes your blood sugar creating a feeling of hunger and a craving for more sugar. Get off the sugar and you will stop the cravings. It’s a cycle, it can be broken. One week without sugar and you will be a new person.
NO sugary drinks. Drink water, lots of it. Not only does water hydrate you and make your skin look fresh it flushes toxins from your body and makes you feel full. Often people eat when they are dehydrated because they mistake the signals for hunger. Add lemon to your water for flavor, to aid in digestion and cleanse your system. Other great options are green tea and unsweetened tea. Beer is fine and so is wine (in moderation).
No artificial sweeteners: Not only are they bad for you, like eating toxic waste (in my opinion) they cause your blood sugar to fluctuate just like sugar does. These spikes in blood-sugar cause you to feel hungry. If you avoid sugar and artificial sugar, you will feel satisfied. Trust me.
No processed foods. If it comes in a box or a bag it is probably processed. Examples are crackers, nutrition bars, rice crisps, pretzels, chips, pasta, gold fish, wheat thins, most breads, lunch meats, fake cheese, etc. Real food is perishable. Processed foods are filled with preservatives, chemicals and most of the main ingredients like enriched flours turn into sugar when it is digested. This crap food, as I call it, is toxic to your system, makes you feel hungry, unsatisfied, (can’t eat just one!), lethargic and is the most detrimental to a lean healthy body. (Even ORGANIC processed food is bad for you!)
NO FAST FOOD: I don’t care what kind of bullshit they feed you on the commercials, NO fast food is a good option. If you have to choose between paying a dollar for a burger or a dollar for an organic apple, chose the apple. A chicken wrap is crap. Subway is NOT fresh, it is actually highly processed meats filled with nitrates, veggies that are mass produced and grown with chemical fertilizers and sprayed with toxic pesticides, and breads made from dough that is made in a factory a long, long way away with an ingredient list longer and more toxic than the Ohio river.
All fast food is bad for you. It is not really food at all, and your body will treat it as such. On top of the fact that it is bad for your body, it is horrible for the environment. I could go on for hours about how horrible fast food is, but I think you get the picture…I’m anti-fast food.
What the hell can I eat then?
Fruit and vegetables, organic whenever possible. I pay for organic because I am investing in my future. I am willing to buy fresh, organic produce because I know I will live longer with less health complications because of it. In the end, it will cost me less.
Eat them raw throughout the day. Dip your veggies in humus or bean dip, not ranch dressing. Saute your veggies in olive oil and butter. Add salt and spices for flavor.
Eat a variety of colors. When you crave sweet, eat fruit. Eat as much as you want, there is not limit to how much you can eat. This should be the bulk of your intake.
Oil and Balsamic Vinegar: Huge organic salads loaded with veggies and some cheese should be topped with oil and vinegar based dressings seasoned to your liking. Balsamic vinegar is very flavorful and the best one for you. Avoid the creamy dressings.
Dairy: Raw is best. Most people are allergic to homogenized, pasteurized dairy (the milk at the store). I am able to purchase raw milk and use the cream to make butter and sauces. If you have to buy milk at the store you should buy organic and limit the amount you drink. The processing it goes through turns it from a whole live food into a product your body doesn’t deal with well. Cheeses are not as bad. Limit them though.
Beans: Beans are super foods. Buy organic whenever possible. They are very filling and a great source of healthy carbs, fiber and beans.
Meat AND Fish: Meat is good for you, but it is also not necessary. It is up to you whether you want to eat meat or not. Some of the leanest, meanest athletes are vegan or vegetarian. I think lean cuts of meat are over-rated. Fat is not bad for you, if you want to eat a fatty meat than eat it. I think that most of the issues supposedly caused by fatty meats are due to processed foods in combination with fatty meats. If you cut out processed foods, you can eat a fattier meat.
I personally buy local, grass-fed beef and meats whenever possible. Animals raised on a high-corn diet are not healthy animals. I also don’t support feedlot practices. This is a personal decision but I encourage you to do your research before making a decision.
Fish is high in protein and filled with Omega 3’s (the good fats that make you smart and your body function well). Do some research to find the the safest fish that is caught or raised in the most sustainable and healthful way. It’s challenging but once you find a good source you can stick with it.
Eggs: Farm fresh is best, organic is second best. If you can find a farm to supply your eggs you can buy them 4 dozen at a time if you want. They keep in the fridge for months. (Store bought eggs are months old by the time they get to you). Very high in protein and very portable (when hard-boiled) eggs are a wonderful for you, yokes and all. Eat them up. As long as you cut out the processed foods, you don’t need to worry about cholesterol in eggs. Real food is good for you.
NUTS: Nuts are a great source of protein and healthy fats, both which are very important and make you feel full. Raw almonds are ideal since you are not as likely to overeat them like you would smoked almonds.
Rices: Organic is best. Brown, black, wild, whatever. Rice is a whole food and if you really need carbs as bad as you think you do, rice is a decent way to get them.
Whole grains: If you are going to eat grains, eat them whole. When eaten whole they don’t cause the spike in blood sugar that processed grains like flour does. Most athletes are very efficient when it comes to utilizing food and don’t require this type of carbs unless preparing for a long distance race. Over-doing these types of carbs however, will result in excess fat, especially around the waist.
Real food is always good for you. Real food has not been processed, it is in its original state. Real food still has all the good stuff in it and hasn’t been stripped of the important stuff your body craves…or will learn to crave.
Once you stop eating sugar and processed foods for about a week, your body will stop craving it. It may be painful at first while you detox your body. It is also hard to break habits. If you are used to having a pop with your lunch, it will be hard to have water with veggies for lunch. If you always celebrate a long run with a giant chocolate chip cookie, eating four or five clementines may not feel like a celebration at first. But once your body is ‘off’ the crap food and fully fueled by real food, it will begin to crave real food and expect it.
When you start to see the muscles you have worked so hard to develop and you see the fat melt away, it will be easier. When you reap the benefits of a well-fueled body with faster times you’ll never go back.
As always, thanks for reading my blog. I look forward to hearing your response.
As I looked out my window this morning watching the pounding rain, I thought to myself, ‘I should just stay inside and do yoga’. But then the rain lightened up for a brief moment and I said, “Oh, it looks like it’s gonna stop. I’m going for my run.”
At mile four of my hilly-six miler, when the cold spring rain was pelting me in the face like shards of glass as I ran, I had two thoughts:
1. I am so glad I opted to leave my expensive Garmin Watch at home, although I would REALLY like to know what my pace is right now.
2. I am so glad I didn’t opt-out of my run and do yoga.
While most sane people are looking for a good opportunity to back out of a scheduled run, the Running Junkie dreads having to back out of a run. The Running Junkie’s worst day is when he/she is sick, and not because he’s on his knees vomiting into the toilet, but because he is too weak to go outside and run. He fears he will lose fitness and God knows what else.
While creating today’s blog in my head today during my stormy run I discovered the ‘God knows what else’ of the above sentence…I think.
You see, staying inside and doing yoga this morning would have been perfect for me and my fitness. This is especially true since I did two speed-workouts yesterday (one of them completely unplanned and off the cuff) and my left leg was wound as tight at a pretzel.An easy day full of stretching and meditation would have probably allowed my leg to mend and my muscles to repair so that my long run tomorrow would really be awesome…maybe even brag-worthy.
But I didn’t choose yoga, like so many Running Junkies out there, I chose to run.
Now I’m going to tell you a dirty little secret that only a small handful of people (maybe 3 people) are aware of. I think it is pertinent to my discovery this morning so I am willing to scar my perfect image with the sad truth of my youth.
As I ran along, my shoes sloshing through mud puddles I dialed my brain back about 18 years to a time before I was married and long before I became a runner. I was in college, alone in a strange town in Montana and using pills to get me through my long days of school and work. During my college career I had developed a nasty dependency on these pills so much that I was taking them every day and barely able to pay for rent to feed the addiction. I was convinced that without the pills I would fail; fail at school, at work and in life, that I couldn't imagine a single day without my precious pills.
Occasionally I would decide to take a 'day-off' of my pills, to let my body recover and my tollerance to bounce back a little. I was taking more and more all the time, I had hoped that with a day off, maybe I wouldn't require so many pills to keep me bouncing through my day. But the planned 'day-off' seldom came.
I feared it. The only way I could manage it was to stay in bed all day and sleep. A day without my pills was like a day without the sun.
Now fast forward to the me you see today, the organic food eating, running, swimming, biking mother of two and wife. I’m so far from the disaster I was almost twenty years ago. But if I look deep into my soul I have to admit I still have an addiction, I’ve just replaced it with running.
Like so many Running Junkies, whether they are running from a past, a drug, a relationship or whatever, we are junkies. We can't imagine what will happen if we don't get our fix for the day. We run in the rain and do speed workouts the day before a race and choose running over yoga because there is a piece of our brain that just plain cannot imagine what will happen if we don't run. Even when we know we would be a faster runner, win more races and suffer less injuries if we just gave ourselves the recovery/rest days we need…we still run.
In the last few months I have pledged to take one rest day a week. I often end up hiking or doing something active, not sleeping, but it is a day off. In return my body has rewarded me with faster tempo runs and new race PR’s (personal records). When I wake up on my rest day and think about going for a run, just a short one, I think back to my youth and tell myself, ‘No, Diane. You’re a grown-up now. You know what will happen if you don’t run…and it’s a good thing.”
So, to all you Running Junkies out there, and to Tim, whom I know is going to try to squeeze a quick four mile run into his layover at San Francisco two days before his big marathon, you are not alone. At least we understand each other. Have a great run, I hope you find what you are looking for.
Happy running to all my fellow Running Junkies AND to the Sane Runners we will never be. (Yes, Running Junkie and Sane Runner DO need to be capitalized:P
#running #junkie #racing #recovery #restday #drugs #pills #training
I did another #Tough #Mudder this past Saturday. My first one was in Indiana on June 16th. It was about 90 degrees that day. I had a team of six, me being the only girl. The guys were all late twenties except me and another guy who are 36 and 37 respectively. As a whole we looked pretty fit and bad ass. Our pre-run picture was worthy, it looked like a team who would finish with a smile.
My only goal for the that Mudder was to NOT be the weakest link. As long as I wasn’t holding the five other guys back, I didn’t care. And since the guys managed to drag my ass over all the walls, I wasn’t holding them behind because endurance-wise I was easily prepared. As far as strength went, well put it this way… I did Yoga for my training.
But let’s face it, except for the gynormic walls, the monkey bars and the swinging ropes, the Tough Mudder is more about pain tolerance and nerve. Dunking your body into an ice bath doesn’t take strength, it takes a serious set of balls.
My team last Saturday looked a little different. There was only four of us and it was bitterly cold.
My Husband: extremely fit, weight lifter, been biking for 5 months, runs 2-3 times a week but can’t go more than 5 miles without foot pain or shin pain. He had me concerned.
Me: #Run, #Bike, or #swim every day. Endurance is high, muscle strength (useful muscles anyway) is low. Extremely determined but feeling exceptionally fat and bloated at the moment.
Kris: Fit male of #Asian decent and undetermined age. He has been running with my run club for a few months and seems to be right on track as far as training goes. He does pull-ups at the park and is up to running eight miles no problem.
Hal: Hal is fifty-something. He is a good friend and been in my run club since it’s infancy; over five years. He has been known to run a marathon on four weeks training and yells out things like, “Pink Clitorous” without provocation when referring to a Ford Taurus. He hasn’t been running much lately and he hurt his back so bad 2 weeks ago that he needed assistance rising from his chair.
We looked like a gang that rides the short bus.
The beauty of dunking your already-shivering body under ice water is that the outside air actually feels warm when your body shoots back out gasping for air. When you start running again you feel suddenly alive…until you start getting cold again.
90% of nerve at the Tough Mudder is made possible through the herd mentality. When everyone around you is roaring like beasts, then diving under barbed wire into water surrounded by dangling electrical wires, it just seems like the right thing to do.
The first of us to show signs of pain was Kris. His hamstrings started cramping around mile six, making it nearly impossible for him to walk with straight legs. He wasn’t alone, at the top of every hill there were no fewer than 12 husky men laying on the ground rolling while grasping their legs (and whining like a bunch of sissys).
As we trudged on, he no longer looked Asian. With a metallic Mylar blanked wrapped over his head, his slumped over carriage, and a smear of grey mud on his lips and most of his face, he looked more like an old indian man walking the Trail of Tears.
Danny, my husband, surprised me. I assumed he would be the first to complain of pain. But instead he ran ahead in full force, yelling and cheering others on. He was the leader of our gang up until mile eight, when he suddenly seized up and began walking like a penguin.
Hal wavered. At first he had a hard time keeping up with us. He spent excessive time fumbling with his knee pads and rubber gloves. But he kept plugging away like a champ and in the end put us all to shame.
I was feeling fine endurance-wise. My body didn’t like the cold and it was shaken with bouts of shivering as the miles passed. Each water obstacle became harder and harder to do. I don’t think you could call me a complete sissy until about mile nine, when I did a face plant in the mud and nearly broke my nose. Grace has never been used to describe me but at the Mudder it wass even worse. For the last 3 miles I was conservative (read wimpy).
We approached Mount Everest, the mountain sized half-pipe that requires (for mere mortals anyway) someone on top to catch your flailing body to get you over it. My hyperthermic body ached as I stood in line, watching as people made half-assed efforts, slamming their bodies against the wood and ending up like Mr. Bill.
Hal made one good run for it before deciding without question he would not make a second. Kris, nearly dead at this point, made a single heroic dash at it and made it with the help of some bystanders. He put us all to shame with his bravery. Strong warrior.
We walked up to the finish line, which is on the other side of thousands of dangling live electrical wires and a pool of water/mud. We would have to run as fast as possible while getting shocked, scale a mud ditch and make our escape. Everyone did it with class, except me.
I ran hard, imagining the beer waiting for me on the other side. I took my shock with pride, scaled the mud bank then slipped backwards, slamming my body down with a thud and a bounce as the announcer said, “oh, that hurt.” (this photo is not of me btw, but it shows the situation so well I had to use it.)
And now, three days later, the pain is nearly gone. And yes, we are looking for the next Mudder we plan to attend. This time however, it will be during the summer. I’m not ready to get the tattoo yet, but I will say I have plenty of scars to prove my dedication. That gives me an idea for my next blog post. Do you care to see my scars? I bet mines bigger than yours is:)
I turned 13 today. And it really pisses me off.
See, about 15 years ago, when I was in college and surviving on Raman noodles and day-old French bread, I decided I needed to own a scale. I went to the local Wal-Mart (back when they weren’t all SUPER) and purchased the cheapest scale they sold.
Over the years, this scale has become a friend. Each day I’d step on it just before my shower and make sure it was telling me the same thing it had the day before, and usually it did, give or take a pound.
Over the years, the scale has become less accurate. I know this because after my daughter was born I started attending a gym on a regular basis and used their fancy scale. It always said I was exactly 7 pounds more than my scale at home did. This fact made me love my old scale even more.
Through my second pregnancy my scale told me I was gaining less weight, topping out at a smaller number and recovering from my pregnancy even quicker than that damn clinic scale. And thanks to my trusty old scale, I’ve been back to my pre-pregnancy weight for almost six years now.
I’m not stupid. I know my real weight. I know I am about 7 pounds heavier now than I was before getting pregnant, but I still love the sweet lies my scale tells me. And when I am bloated and carrying an extra 4 pounds I can just reach down, adjust the dial on the scale and boom, just like that I am still at my pre-pregnancy weight. #ScaleLove.
Six years ago, after my son was born, I started #running. Shortly thereafter I started #swimming again and a couple years after that I started road #biking. I became an athlete. And as an athlete, I became even more obsessed with my #weight. I started wondering about my body fat and found the generic calculation for it. If I took my weight and my height it basically said I was 23% body #fat. I was not impressed.
After perusing a Runner’s World Magazine one day I came across and advertisement for The #Ironman Scale. I became fascinated with it. I went on-line and learned about all the information it could give me by just standing on its beautiful glass surface. It would tell me my weight, Body Fat %, Body Water %, #Muscle Mass, Physique Rating, DCI/BMR (whatever that it), Metabolic Age, Bone Mass and Visceral Fat!
So I started hinting to my husband that I might want one for Mother’s Day. I knew it was way too much money to spend on a scale, easily 32 times the cost of my current one. But just like magic, it arrived and he gave it to me. #HusbandLove.
It took a while to input my data. It needed to know my age, gender, height down to the half inch, and it also wanted to know if I was an #athlete: YES! Yes, I am thank you very much.
I stepped on the scale. I was instantly insulted by the weight it reported; approximately 6 pounds more than my current scale. But my anger dissolved the next instant when it reported my % body fat: 14%! Damn right! I was in love. It rambled off the other numbers, it said I was hydrated, I didn’t care about muscle mass, my physique rating was 8 (thin/medium build with muscle but not a waif), it gave the BMR, and it said my metabolic age was 12! That’s the lowest it goes. And my visceral fat was a 1, and just so you know anything under 12 is considered healthy. This scale was whispering beautiful things to me; it was my new best friend.
It didn’t take long for the excitement of the scale to wear off. The only number that changed was my current weight, which would fluctuate by a couple of pounds, but all the other numbers pretty much stayed the same. Most days I didn’t even bother to read them.
Today I hung around to read all the numbers. That may have been a mistake. My weight was up a whopping five pounds, my body fat was 17%, and my age was 13! The most astonishing number was my visceral fat: it was 2. What in GODS name is happening!
You have to understand. My visceral #fat didn’t just go from 1 to 2, it doubled. It may as well been 25 to 50. How was I suddenly a year older? I’m 12 not 13!
And it isn’t like I’ve been slacking either. I’ve been biking and running and swimming…in excess even. I grabbed my husband, told him to get on the scale. I instantly felt better. He went from being 12 years old to being 17, HA! At least I’m not that old. His body fat was up to, from 9.3 to a staggering 15%. Sadly, his depressing numbers made me feel a lot better.
Maybe there was some electrical glitch affecting the scale, maybe we ate something really wrong the day before, who knows? But at least I wasn’t the only one who aged overnight. Still, I felt a little like crying. This stupid scale and its twisted honesty was bringing me down.
I did what any sane individual would do in this situation. I went to the closet, pulled out my old rusty scale, adjusted the dial so it was just a few notches less than zero and stepped on it. Boom! right back at my pre-pregnancy weight. I love my old scale. #OldScaleLove
‘The Georgetown Run Club and Intellectual Society’ Undergoes a Name Change
The Georgetown Run Club and Intellectual Society is undergoing another name change. It was only a few years ago that we decided to add “and Intellectual Society” to the end; since we are all so smart and eclectic and talk about super amazing things. Now we are changing again.
It was Martha’s idea. Martha has been in The Georgetown #Run Club and Intellectual Society for about 2 years now. But before she was part of the club, she was my #biking partner. Martha is like a mother figure to me, though my mother would have been 67 this year and Martha is in her young fifties. She is the happiest person I’ve ever met. You know the type, always smiling, even when she feels like crying. She is a #hero to me and to countless other pavilion goers that see her busting her butt on the elliptical and in the pool every week.
Martha taught me to ride a bike. Well, she taught me to ride a ‘road’ bike. She took me from a shy, brake-squeezing peddler to a confident cruiser in the span of a year. We ride twice a week in the wee hours of the morning, just her and I. We talk about life and vent all our concerns, after a couple hours we always part ways feeling a heck of a lot better for the time we spent together.
Martha joined the run club as a #newbie #runner. She struggled with issues on and off. She was almost ready to do a half marathon when her first injury occurred: she fractured her foot falling off a step. Once she recovered from that she was doing alright until her dog took her for a walk one day and ruined her shoulder. She recovered from that surgery like a champ. Somewhere along the way though, while getting back into running, she began to have issues with her heals. Every time she ran, she wouldn’t be able to walk the next day.
Now Martha loves the Run Club, but she didn’t feel right showing up and not being able to run. She felt like she wasn’t part of the club anymore. On a ride this weekend she made a request: “Can we rename the run club?” What a great idea! The Georgetown Run and Walk Club and #Intellectual Society, it doesn’t exactly roll off the tongue but that’s okay. We have a lot of people in our club who walk, why not recognize them!
Well, this Monday Martha and I went out for our usual ride. It was wonderful. Martha always mentions how lucky she is to be able to ride bike and enjoy the beautiful mornings in northern Scott County. But this Monday, was different. After parting ways, Martha headed home on her bike to her house and so did I. I made it home, but poor Martha…she didn’t.
About 4 miles from her house she was charged by a dog. The dog hit her front wheel and sent her flying. She landed hard on the ground, breaking her pelvis. Her husband called me from the hospital explaining what happened. I was dumbfounded. She was so strong and happy just an hour before, now she was in the hospital unable to move, she’d have to use a walker and wouldn’t be back to herself for three long months.
I knew this would be hard for Martha; she is one of those people that multitasks and is always moving. She is either biking or #swimming or working in the #garden, caring for her parents, playing her #piano, canning tomatoes; always something.
It didn’t surprise me when I got a text from her husband. He was with her at the hospital and I was sitting at home preparing an email to go out to the run club. I was going to tell everyone about Martha and arrange for all of us to go visit her at the hospital on Tuesday night. The Text simply read: Martha wants to know if we can change the name of the run club again. She wants it to be called: The Georgetown Run and ‘Walker’ Club and Intellectual Society.
No Problem Martha, you just get better soon.
BTW: #Dog owners are responsible for injury caused by their dog whether it be from a bike or an accident caused by them. The ower of the dog that caused this accident had been spoken to many times about her dog and it chasing bikers. The owner blew-off the complaints, telling us that the dog was harmless. That owner (and her homeowners insurance) is now responsible for Martha’s bills and most likely a settlement. Martha spent over a week in the hospital and will have 3 months of rehap.