Liza Howard

Liza Howard

Liza Howard is a national champion runner with multiple records in distances ranging from marathons to 100 mile trail races.


Dog Attack 202/365


I managed to drag myself out of my parents’ house after dinner to do a second run of the day. I was quite pleased with myself as I rolled along at flat tire pace.

I’d made it about half a mile from the house when a large dog caught site of me. It was about two houses down the street from where I was, sitting in his front yard with his owner. It looked like Lassie on steroids. I was running on the opposite side of the street just passing a man who was unloading his truck and a bunch of kids playing in a driveway. These others were not of interest to the dog. It bee-lined for me, barking, ignoring it’s owner’s commands.

It lept on me and then I was being bitten on my elbow and back. It was one of those strange slowed-time experiences. “So this is what being bitten by a dog is like.” I was so surprised, I didn’t defend myself. Thankfully, the man near the truck ran towards me and chased the dog off. But the owners couldn’t get it back into their yard. They yelled and then brought out treats. The dog circled, barking at various people. It chased a kid into his garage. The mother ran out with a broom. Another neighbor ran up to see if I was okay. “I knew this was going to happen!” she said. Really?

I called my dad while the dog chase continued. “Hi, I’ve been bitten by a dog. Can you come and get me?”

They finally leashed the dog and dragged it away. The owner came up to me and said, “I’m so sorry.”

I was pretty shaken and just said, “I know.”

I asked her if the dog had it’s rabies shots, and got her contact information and then I started walking back up the hill. Nobody followed me.

My dad drove up a minute later, and I did my best not to smear any blood on my mom’s new car.

My parents insisted I go to the emergency room. I acquiesced because it wasn’t worth putting up a stink, and it’s nice to have your parents concerned about your well-being.

None of the punctures needing stitching, so I just got a tetanus shot and filled out the counties dog attack paperwork.

The moral of this story is: Never run twice a day.

What’s making me happy:

Running: 73 min easy plus 4 x 20 second hills // 2nd run 30 minutes so easy

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  • M
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    OMG Liza how terrifying! I’m so sorry this happened to you. I’m glad you’ll be okay and didn’t need rabies shots. *virtual hug* I’m glad your parents are taking good care of you.

  • Allen Lucas
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    This is beyond frustrating and irritating – hopefully it will trigger something to be done about what is apparently a known bad situation. I’m so glad you weren’t seriously injured and, beyond all expectations, the dog had its rabies shot. This is just plain awful.

  • mtrunner2
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    That’s awful and scary. I’ve been waiting for that shoe to drop since I started running, and thankfully it never has. A few close calls though. I’m just going to stop there before I go off the rails.

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