Other than the face-plant, the only time I ever went to the doctor for a run related injury was about 1990. I was on a 15 mile run out through a very rural area near the town I lived in, Tallassee, Alabama. I ran down to a boat launch on an Alabama Power Company Lake called “The Middle Pond” where I turned around and headed back to town. The Tallapoosa River runs right through the middle of Tallassee and there are three lakes built by Alabama Power on the river near Tallassee. One is right in Tallassee and the other two are above it. The top lake is Lake Martin, one of the most beautiful lakes in the Southeast. It covers 44,000 acres and has 750 miles of shoreline. (Just a side note) About a mile from the boat launch there was a dog at a house that always barked and sometimes ran along with me. This time, on the return trip, the dog bit me on the lower part of my calf. It bled a lot but didn't seem to bad. I was about 6 miles from home so I ran on back home. (This was way before pocket size cell phones.) My calf began to hurt quite a bit during the final miles and continued to bleed . I knew I had to go to the doctor to report the bite and be sure the dog did not have rabies. Fortunately, my physician was a friend and member of my daughters Indian Princess Tribe, a wonderful YMCA program for fathers and daughters. He was our “Medicine Man.” At some point I will tell you a hilarious story from one of our camp-outs involving our medicine man and a local hospital, although my daughter does not have fond memories of the even. I always went in the back door of his office, otherwise I probably would not have bothered.