So my training for next year’s ten mile road race starts this week, with me running/walking 1 mile 3x a week.  My first mile was scheduled for this weekend.

I finished mowing the grass about 4:30 today and thought, ‘it’s a beautiful day, sunshine, cool, a nice breeze.  It’s never going to get any better than this.  So get yourself out there.’  I think I have been worried about how it would go, so have been avoiding the run all weekend.

I changed my clothes and got ready to leave.  But Katie had other ideas.  She figures, if Mama goes, Katie goes.  And she has really big eyes when she’s begging.  I figured I was going to walk most of it anyway, so I hooked her leash up and off we went.

We ran most of the first quarter – she thought I was chasing her and it was all a game – till she saw her first chipmunk.  Then she was all business.  We ran and walked the rest of the way to the 1/2 way turn around point.  I was pretty proud of her.  But on the way back she refused to run at all.  Every time I started jogging she just stopped cold.  Silly girl.  So we pretty much walked back.  With 1/4 mile left to go she asked to be picked up.  I told her she was a woose.  And I carried her a little bit, cause I’m a pushover.  I told her that she should realize that I was going to have to go back out when we got home and do this all over again.  She said she didn’t care.

So when we got home I made her supper and then headed back out.  Ran the 1/2 mile to the turn around, walked a bit and pretty much ran the rest of the way back home.  It felt good to be running.  It felt really good when I got back back home and could stop running.  I haven’t been this sweaty in a very long time.

Guess Katie’s walk was a good warm up.  She’s sound asleep now.