1.08

I hurried up and did my run because I was rather tired and wanted to go to sleep ASAP. My shins are still okay but my run was a bit slower than usual. I think maybe because I was just not that into it. Also, my dog was being kind of bad, she got her nails clipped and even though I gave her lots of praise during and an apple afterward, she was sort of wary of me for the rest of the night. Maybe I was just tired and we were both sort of cranky.

I did make my goal, however, of running 16 times in 4 weeks. I'm going to up that to 20 and see how I go.

.26, .29, .32, .69...

So I've had better runs. I was pretty excited for tonight's run/walk and I decided that, since I haven't been running for awhile, I should re-calibrate my Nike+ sensor. I tried it once, running, and it clocked me at 27' mi. I knew that couldn't be right, even on my worst day, and so I tried it again walking. It clocked me in at 24' mi and when it got to its calibration distance (.25 miles) it didn't say anything so I stopped it and tried again, and again, and again. Finally it took the calibration but it had me running at a pace of 30' mi! I'm slow-actually really really slow-but not THAT slow. So I finally deleted the calibration and everything went back to normal. Then I realised that it doesn't count your calibrations into your mileage. So then I had to do ANOTHER mile. I was tired and I'm pretty sure my Dalmatian went to the bathroom in the middle of the street. And not the bathroom that evaporates. I usually carry baggies with me tied onto the end of her leash but of course, they had fallen off somewhere on my route. So I littered AND left surprises for my neighbors. 

Needless to say, it wasn't the best night of my life.

.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...