Living Well With Diabetes

I can’t help myself. I have to share this story about one of my training rides this past week.

I was nearing the end of my customary early morning ride up Big Cottonwood Canyon. I was still about two miles from home and riding on the west frontage road of I-215. The frontage road takes a hard left turn, turns into Millcreek Road, and begins a very nice downhill run that’s nearly a mile long.

I had just made the left turn onto Millcreek Road. Headed up the hill towards me was a sight that I’ll never forget. It was one of those large sport-utility vehicles. I don’t recall what kind it was, but it was large, even by today’s standards of car largeness. It wasn’t the vehicle that was noteworthy though; it was the small chihuahua-sized dog running down the middle of the road right next to the vehicle.

The driver of the car had the driver door window rolled down. She was looking out the window with an adoring look that, as a dog owner myself, I recognized. It was a look that said “My dog is the cutest thing ever. I would do anything for my dog.” I guess “anything” includes sacrificing her own exercise time, firing up the ol’ gas-guzzler and driving it around the neighborhood while her dog runs unleashed down the centerline of moderately busy streets. It was so wrong on so many levels that all I could do was stare and laugh and wish that I had brought my camera….