As I wrote yesterday, I'm nursing a wee bit of a wonky hip so I had to adjust my workout schedule accordingly. Being that I'm practically at the end of week eight, that's somewhat of a bummer. But it's a reminder that we just can't plan for everything (and the first eight-week challenge is really nine weeks, so I have some wiggle room.)
Speaking of wiggling, as I laced up my shoes to head to the gym I thought y'know, it's a beautiful day outside... Thirty second later I was half-dressed (when I get an idea, I drop everything including trou) at the computer, checking to see what my route should be. My last 25-minute run covered 2.3 miles (I.R.Slow) and moments later I had a route - shorter, around two miles, as I wanted to baby my hip (not a baby on my hip - I can train for that later) and grabbed my keys when I saw...
The Sad Eyes.
The logical jump to make is to take Daisy with me. Except that walks with Daisy are an exercise in Doggie ADD where she stops every three seconds to send pee-mail (lifting her leg to do so - my bitch is butch!) and occasionally acting like a terror when she sees a dog off leash. Daisy, you see, is a pit bull, and while Daisy is a doll with children (hanging with my niece since she was a month old) to the old folks, Daisy is NOT a fan of other dogs. Will and I have worked with some basic behavior modification (all positive training, a beautiful thing) so she doesn't go apeshit when she sees another dog, but there's something about dogs off leash that drives her crazy. (She takes after me this way.) It starts with a small but discernible whine and ends up with an OMGOMGOMGOMGOMG barkmonster.
Again, we train through all of these things. And she's not a danger, as she is only 47 pounds and I can easily pick her up as I've had to when my neighbor's westie runs across the busy street and then attacks her. (The neighbor finds this 'funny' even when I explain that her dog is going to be pancaked by a passing car.)
I thought to myself:
can I really run two miles outside, with people, traffic, kids playing, cracks in the sidewalk, people selling fruit on the corner, and cat calls, all while towing along my 47-pound dog who hates other dogs and likes to stop every thirteen steps to lift her leg on a tree or poop under the world's thorniest bush that I end up looking like a cutter after I extract her stinky offense in an attempt to be a good citizen?
Shockingly, the answer to that question turned out to be yes.
I started out too quickly but we eventually hit our rhythm, and I only almost got clotheslined twice. Not too shabby for our first outing. My hip held up until the last few blocks, but that ended up not being a issue because I outlasted my dog.
Daisy the Wonderdog, exhausted! Minutes ago.
I think I'll be working her into the next training challenge...