So I was horrible in my training last week and hadn't run since Monday. I'm in North Carolina all this week, so trying to get ready to leave work for a week, and my new found social life caused running to be put on the backburner. In my defense, I did play volleyball, so I wasn't a total lazy worthless couch-potato. On Friday, at volleyball, I pulled my quad because I jumped in to play without warming up. (I'm obviously not as young as I used to be.) Taking yesterday off, left me feeling ready to go today. So I grabbed my little sister's 7 month old puppy and took off for a run around her apartment complex. (I made her drive around the complex yesterday to measure the distance -- accurate I'm sure.)
The puppy and hills of western North Carolina made an interesting run. First, the puppy set the pace of: Sprint. Stop. Sprint. Stop. Sprint...you get the picture. So by default I ended up running intervals. Second, I have forgotten what its like to run up a hill. My Town Near the Beach is FLAT. The only hills you are going to find where I live on on the bridges, and I haven't graduated to bridge runs yet. Western North Carolina is the foothills of the Appalachian -- pronounced "App-a-latch-in" for you Yankees -- so its ALL hills and boy does that make a difference. On the bright side, when I head back to Florida next Saturday, my 6 am runs should be a piece of cake. Mmmmmmmm, cake...anyway...since I am home and both my sisters have dogs I plan on kidnapping one of the dogs each day and taking them on my runs. The plan: the dog can pull my tired body up all those hills.
*Belle*
At least you have an excuse for the hills...why are there hills in Texas??
ReplyDeleteP.S. - I could never run with my dogs...I would be wrapped up in retractable leashes and rope burn.