Wednesday, February 01, 2012
Today kick started my monthly goal of running 50 miles. No elliptical or bike allowed! I'm talking about feeling the gritty pavement underneath my feet. This morning my alarm went off at 6:30, I still couldn't believe what kind of shenanigans I had gotten myself into. But the fact that dragging myself out of bed to workout was classified as a shenanigan motivated me more. But first I thought I'd wait a few minutes for the sun to actually rise.
An hour later I was out of bed, dressed, and laced up ready to go for a run. I hooked my dog, and out the door we went. The cool morning air on my face, and the cadence of each step hypnotized me. My mind was free, and my dog was enjoying the wind whipping through his whiskers.
The unfortunate thing was about 15 minutes into the run, by sweet carefree pup was dragging quite a bit. I did foresee this happening; he's a little guy with little legs. But nothing would kill my running buzz. My left arm was fully stretched behind me with no slack on the leash attached to my slow galloping cutie. I cheered encouragement and he looked at me with those big brown eyes and tongue hanging out like he was smiling. His tail bounced side to side with every step, and even though he was struggling to keep up with me I knew he was enjoying it just as much as me.
We ran for 40 minutes, and over 3 miles. We had to stop a few times so he could smell some bushes and take care of business. But once we got back home and drank some water, he curled up next to me while I stretched. It was the perfect way to begin my challenge
My little running partner