Every weekend I am faced with the same decisions, clean the house, take the dogs for a walk, or go for a run. This weekend, I did it all! I wish this was typical for all of my weekends.
Saturday morning started with an awesome walk with Dakota. While we were met with much cooler temperatures then I anticipated, we made it to the town center. We have a new Dunkin' Donuts in the town center, with a lovely fire hydrant right out front. I wrapped one simple loop of Dakota's leash around the hydrant and darted inside. I was a mere 30 ft away, and it was quite entertaining to see people's faces as they hurried past the lone beast. If I had any worries about him, I would not have left him there. Once I came back outside with my bag of two bagels (one for Joe, one for me) he was bouncing with excitement at the sight of the brown paper bag. I quickly shoved it in my bag, and grabbed a $1 bill from my wallet and darted back inside. How could I forget the munchkins? Before you read any further, you should know that I am aware of quality dog food, and how sweets are not good for dogs. But yes, you guessed it, the munchkins were for Dakota, and Willow. A peace offering in exchange for her having to stay home. We climbed the hill towards home. The sun was out, birds were a flutter, it was motivating.
Once home Joe and I enjoyed a few minutes of quiet time in the dining room, and devised a plan of action for the day. Having him home is such a blessing. He's been working non-stop since the first week of January. Not only was it exhausting for him, I found myself struggling to keep up with the house, and the two dogs. By the time I had the chores done on a typical Saturday, I was too exhausted to go running, or to the gym. Not this weekend. Joe helped me around the house, and by 2pm I was out the door for a run. About 6 minutes into the run, I was tempted to turn back. It felt like 35 degrees with the wind, and I didn't want to push myself. But like every other run I start, once I get into it, I can't let myself stop. By the 4th mile I was satisfied. So satisfied that I bragged about my run for the rest of the day. I stayed under 10 min miles, for the 4 miles, and for the last half mile alternated between sprints and walking. Now that may not be a good thing, but it felt right.
I'm still on target for the half marathon. What may only be 4 to 5 miles now, will surely be 13.1 by the time June 28 rolls around. Who knows, if I keep this up, maybe I can do a marathon someday. For now I'm going to take it one day at a time.
This weekend I'm hoping to head to a sports shop that will fit me for sneakers. The dull ache in my knee tells me it's time for new shoes.
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