Day 3: 8/2/12
Since I was going into work an hour late today I decide to not set my alarm so early...5:30am will do instead. Well the dog has other plans because at 5:06am I am awoken by warm, stinky, dog breath being panted into my face, apparently he's ready to go. I on the other hand am not, so I shoo him away and roll over. 5:15am my husband's alarm goes off, which of course he then hits the snooze button every three minutes until 5:30am when my alarm goes off. So really there was no sleeping in for me.
Today I run straight from the get go, I am over the whole "self conscious" thing. We make it quite a bit further until I have to stop. I wonder if I got this out of breath when I was a teen, and maybe I just sucked it up better. I think I've turned into a wuss. Just as we start jogging again, I turn the corner and see someone out walking their enormous dog. Now I am resistance running because Cano (my dog), wants to stop and sniff this new encounter. He fights me the entire block until we once again turn the corner and they are out of sight.
I force myself to run for longer periods and a little faster, this is when I decide the dog is fired as my running partner. He wants to keep stopping to pee on, or sniff various things. Then there is the last 3 blocks home where I literally have to drag him along....not because he's distracted now, but because even though we are walking, at this point he wants to lay down in the street. I guess jogging isn't going to be his thing. At least we still have his evening power walks. I decide tomorrow "dog free" I'm stepping up my game. No walking. And perhaps a little strength building in the evening....it could even be time to dig out the 'ole P90X. We shall see.
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