At least I ran

It seems as though seeing my non-running status in print caused an immediate improvement in my meaty conditions, because I was able to go on a nice (no sarcasm here) long run on Saturday without any stabbing pain in my shin meat.

Miracle!

I managed to trod out six miles with four minutes to spare (granted, there weren't any hills or sand traps to slow me down) and arrive back home just in time to ice my knees and meaty parts and head out on a long drive to see my brother graduate from college.

Another miracle? Who can say.

I will admit, however, that I did the run solo. I am getting to the point where I really should drag the dog with me, but I have a hard time with the training/running balance. Which basically means that I don't have the windpower to, at once, get the dog to "look" at me (thus avoid eyeballing a squirrel) and huff my way along - every...four...steps...

Call me a puss, but this is the state of affairs.

Perhaps this weekend I'll be more patient and able to take her on a run. And perhaps the fucking harness I re-ordered will FINALLY arrive. I don't like resorting to the harness on her because it makes me feel like a cheater who can't train her dog (which could be true), but it makes our runs SO much easier. She just doesn't pull. At all.

Follow the theme...

Miracle!

However, the first one I bought for her was a skosche too tight and rubbed her doggie armpits the wrong way. We can't have that. It's frankly unsightly and makes me feel mean. So, on all that, we'll see.

Meanwhile, another theme running roughshod around here: Escape

As in:

Let me out of this wire mesh:

Let me out of this cage:

And get me off of this pea fence:
Perhaps the EasyWalk people make a harness for excitable vegetable plants.