.83

Fell a little short of my goal of 1mi but not by too much. Well, not enough to feel bad about at least. Again, like yesterday, I chose the wrong partner. I have two dogs: one is an 11 year old Australian Shepherd with a trick paw, the other is a 7 year old Dalmatian mix with boundless energy who loves to run. Who do I take with me? My Aussie. Because I'm just that smart. I figured I'm running at night, he's big and mean-looking, clearly very intimidating, I'll take him with me. Every other house (I ran in the subdivision tonight) I had to turn around and make sure he was still behind me. He's pitch black and to spot a black dog at night on a street with no lights is...sort of difficult. The poor guy, he wandered into a ditch at one point and was totally confused about why I kept running away from him and then running back towards him. I think I'll let him live out his golden years napping on his warm rug and taking leisurely strolls in the woods.

The run itself was good. I'm not sure if I can still call it a run. I'm only really running for 1 minute at a time and then walking for 5 minutes. Still I thought that being away from it would make it so hard it would be like when I started and couldn't even run 1 minute without compulsively checking the time. I remember I thought I was running for ages and it was only 10 or 15 seconds. Yikes. I was pleasantly surprised, though, when I ran my one minute and wasn't even breathing hard. That bodes well for the future. We'll see on Sunday when I have to run 5 minutes...

1.03

I logged back into Nike+ and absolutely cringed at how long it's been since my last run. Ages and ages does not cover the dust that has gathered on my running shoes. I did find, however, that they have a new coaching and training section with a walk to run program. Walk to Run? Yeah, I think I can do that. I was supposed to start off with a 15 minute mile walk. I thought it would be nice to ask Dad to come along, seeing as his doctor told him he needs to walk every day. I know he'd never do it by himself. I goaded him into coming with me and regretted it only slightly when I realized that, at our leisurely pace, I wasn't going to walk a mile in 15 minutes. I decided that I'd rather spend some time with Daddo than be spot on with my training. It was a gorgeous dusk-no mosquitoes (amazingly) and a nice cool breeze. 

I probably could have trotted a little bit but my eagerness won't make up for my rustiness.