Beautiful morning

When I got up this morning it was in the high 50s!  So, in keeping with my Don't Overdress Dictum, I just wore shorts and a t-shirt for our 30 minutes today -- it was great!  The sun was shining, there was a breeze, Alice pooped.  Twice.  A great start to the day.  Maddy decided to join us for our post-run picture.  She looks distracted because she is obsessing over whether I will remember to feed her breakfast.  (I did.)

Overdressed as usual

Today I did 10 miles and, while the last 2 were kind of sucky, I still landed up with a 10:24 mile pace!  Reminder to self though:  don't overdress.  When it's 45 degrees out wear just a t-shirt.  Not a hat.  Not a virtually vinyl weight fancy running zip up.  Just a t-shirt.  And, when it seems like a good idea to wear a magenta sweatshirt dress, a red beret and mint green sunglasses, don't do that either.

I look like a cross between Andrew McCarthy and James Spader here.  Really, I have the A.M. hair:

I may have been wearing pink, but this, this was not pretty.  Not even in an 80s way.

Two-Love

It's foggy and drizzly today here in B'ton.  I feel like I'm back in San Francisco again.  With some notable differences that I won't mention so I don't sound too bitter about not being able to find any g*dd**n good sourdough bread around here.

Since it has been rainy the past few days, the dogs have been cooped up or, when they're outside, trying to perform their bodily functions as quickly as possible so as to be able to bolt back inside and shiver.  Or jump all over the couch before politely wiping their paws.  Today Alice needed to run with me.  Or we would all have a not so good very bad Saturday.  So off we went...a full 5 feet before I went shoe-deep in a puddle.  Maybe this is what they call "technical" trail running.  My right foot was technically soaked.  But I persevered!  Mostly because I had only gone 5 feet and the embarrassment (in front of the neighbors who don't care) would have been too much.

Alice was a bit of a maniac on our run but that wasn't unexpected.  She is cozied up next to me now sleeping so I'm convinced the run was good for her, even though while on the run I was quite sure her head was going to explode she was so glad to be outside and moving.  At the end of the jaunt she found tennis ball #2 of her running career:  a very nice bright Dunlop Grand.  Like before she carried it all the ways home, ability to breath be damned.  I present to you the storied romance of a puppy and her beloved felt orb:

"How I love you tennis ball, let us spoon together."

"Oh no!  Tennis ball!  Why have you left me bereft?"

"Let me massage you gently with my jaws..."

 

"And let us frolic on this luxurious Tuesday Morning area rug!  Yes!  You on top!"

The End.

Puppy pedi

I took Alice to the vet today for a running check up -- he took a look at her paws and said it looks like she is doing great keeping me company on jaunts!  I've been using some pet salve on her paw pads to keep them nice and supple.  The stuff smells great so I don't even mind when she jumps up on the bed after we smear it on her. 

The vet told me 3-5 miles is a drop in the bucket for Alice (wish it was the same for me...) so I am thinking of taking her along for some 6-8-mile runs to see how she does.  After the checkup I took her up to the dikes to get our 30 minutes for the day in.  She had a great time!  It was muddy so we both finished the run looking good and grimy.