Went out for a 5 mile run with Suzanne and Norman the 8 month old no-nut nut-job choc lab spazoid.
We started by walking since Suzanne is still suffering from plantar faciitis and was also having pulmonary challenges. Our plan was to go 5 miles and we nailed the distance. The pace was on the slow side, but we both finished with negative splits and feeling healthy. I know from past experience that plantar- like most of my stripper girlfriends-- is a bitch while you have it and then it's gone seemingly overnight when it finally decides to leave. Hopefully hers leaves soon and isn't replaced by ITBS, patellar tendonitis, or air-conditioned lazy bones. I have some interesting little aches and pains going but nothing to really claim as an injury right now. I attribute it to inconsistent mileage and poor attitude. He doesn't really know it, but Georgia Snail is my current running/fitness hero, and of course SUAR.
So we left at about 7:45 and the sun was up and blazing. I had put on sunscreen (I'm nearly transparent-complected, so I need to wear spf 'aluminum siding') and a water belt. Most runs under 7 miles lately have been without water but today I was glad I brought it. This summer, I'm determined to try a handheld water system. It seems convenient and all the cool kids are doing it.
So we went through the run mostly without incident. Norman didn't have to crap in the street, but he did slow down towards the end. It's obvious that he will not be able to make it on daylight or long Phoenix runs in the summer. Poor pooch, he loves to go out.
Our normal route crosses some major roads and we usually have to wait for traffic. Sometimes that is a blessing and sometimes I wish I was still running. The good part is that I'm getting better at hitting paces and holding them. This is a skill that either comes naturally or with a lot of running and help from the Garmin 305 (that's me). I'm still a big fan of the Garmin and almost never run without it. I love the data and the running log, and being noticed in the coffee shop afterwards --
Her: "Your a runner?"
Me: "Yep.......... uhhhh you missed that contraction in your opening line"
Her: "I do that sometimes you sexy runner beast!"
Me: "Are you a runner too?" Brilliant Jeff Brilliant!! This is gonna be good! Keep it going...
Her: "No, just an EMT trying to resuscitate you because you inhaled muffin crumbs and started choking and then dreamt up this little dialog. Are you like 50??"
Me: "Damn"
Thermometer now at 95 in the shade in mid-afternoon. Air conditioner on. Here we go again.....
6 comments:
Unlike Norman I always have to crap in the street. You wouldnt like to run with me. And I missed a contraction.
after this damned exam i'm taking, i'll come up to meet you guys for weekend runs again. really.
it'll get me out of bed in the morning, and it's to the time of year that any later than that means certain death.
who said this running thing was ever a good idea?
I love my Garmin 305. Popular watch. Youve got coffee shop game.
My water bottle hasn't left my hand since that picture. It is basically the best thing since water was invented.
I won't run with a water bottle. Which means I'm constantly looping back around to home every 7-8 miles. I mean. look at that picture...
I was thumbing through (read: stalking) your blog and noticed the shout out that I somehow missed the first time around! Aww shucks! (kicks rock and traces foot in dirt...)
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