Vacation Time is Over

Its been a while.

Mike and I traveled to Kona at the beginning of October for the Ironman World Championships. While Mike trained and then tapered for his big race, I read books, soaked in some rays, ran and tried to pet as many native dogs as I could get my needy little hands on.
Our good friends, Kevin and Karen were also on the Big Island to vacation and volunteer for the triathlon. On one of our many day trips, we traveled about 30 minutes south of Kona to a beach great for snorkeling. I had done a fairly hard run workout that morning and did not feel like entering the water until I had a bit of a kip on the beach. Tough life! I settled down, decided I was more hungry than tired. I open a bag of pretzels which attracted all sorts of fun. Over wandered 2 pit bull type dogs to beg a little food out of the sucker on the beach.
When Kevin and Karen exited the ocean, there I was, snuggling with a 3 legged female pit bull who had taken over my towel. Karen just shook her head at me - then got out her camera.
I've always been one to attract the attention of dogs. As a child I wanted to touch every animal that came within a 100 meter radius of me. This got me into a bit of trouble in a rural area of Quebec when I was about 10. Apparently I was seen petting a rabid dog. Not a wise idea. When the family returned home to Southern Ontario, little Rachel endured a needle in her stomach everyday of a seemingly interminable time (I think its 12-14 days). I am a smart girl, but as much as I HATE needles I have not been deterred in the slightest from touching anything canine.