Last night i just did NOT want to get out and run, but i knew i had to. I'm starting to look for some local area runs (15K+) to help get me motivated. I want to train better than i had for the previous organized events i've done.
Anyhoo, after much bickering with my inner demons (they always want me to surf the couch), i begrudgingly laced up my shoes, grabbed the dog leash and got ready.
See i was SO un-motivated, i decided to take our older dog out with me. Her name is Mercy. She's a chow mix and about 9 1/2 years old and since i figured i wouldn't get going out to break any sound barriers, i figured she'd be the better companion. i take her when i'm doing short, light, easy and slow runs. i don't take her anymore for the longer or faster ones.
i decided to keep the distance short (5K) and the pace very slow. 'd LOVE to say that the pace was slow for Mercy's benefit but i'd be lying. :) For a good deal of the run, SHE was pulling me. Oh, and since i decided to run it Galloway Method style (4:1), every time my watch went off for the 1-minute walk cycles, she'd look back at me like she was saying "Come on you LOSER. I'm biologically older than you are and i ain't no wuss! LET'S GO!"
It ended up being a really good run. Not so much because i finally dragged my butt out there but because of taking Mercy with me. It is so awesome to see how excited she gets when she hears me say "You want to go for a run?" She knows what that means. She heads to the front door and sits, waiting for me to connect the retractable leash to her choke chain. And when we step out the door, she's ready!
It's like years melt off her face and from her gait. i swear, sometimes, i think i see a big smile on her face and a bright gleam in her eyes from the excitement of being out. It's either that, or she's just ready to get a break from the new puppy, Grace, we adopted in December. I'd like to think it's because she just loves being out there with me. Whichever it may be, i'm just thankful i had a good run with a good running buddy.
i hope we get to have many, many more.
laters.
Miles: 5K with Mercy
Low point(s): Right knee was hitting me with a few twinges, went way too soon have a big dinner
High point(s): Seeing Mercy's excitement at being out, the smells from the various fires from the chimneys
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