Yeah - there's a dog on one of our regular routes who comes running from way out in a field. As I'm approaching the field, I can see that he sees us and that he's charging out to the road. There's a moderate hill right there and I sprint up it out of the saddle with my heart rate pegged at about 180. DH is back there yelling at me not to run and telling the dog "no". It's my own personal interval.

When you have a dog-phobia, it's an irrational fear and you can talk all you want about doing something different, but when confronted by the fear you just can't seem to find your way into doing something different, other than run. I'm the same way off the bike and have had this phobia since I was a little girl.

Guess I need a shrink, although I don't think you can teach this old-dog any new tricks