It was so gorgeous yesterday and I just couldn’t help myself, I waited until the middle of the day and ran in the bright sunshine. It was a little toasty after the first couple miles but it just felt so good to be running in the sun and warmer temps.
But this is not something you want to see 4.97 miles into a 7 mile run:
Dead Garmin. It’s now all charged up and ready for today but I pretty much guessed and ran around aimlessly for the end of my run yesterday since I was on a different loop than I usually run.
I’ve decided that running is trying to turn me into a hypochondriac. Once you’ve had a pretty nasty injury (for me the plantar fasciia tear and the two torn knee ligaments), every pain becomes a potential future injury in your head. Rationally, I know that having sore shins from needing to run 3 consecutive days on concrete is normal and just a reaction to the fact that I normally run on dirt, but in my head I’m like “ahhh maybe it’s going to be a stress fracture if I run on it tomorrow…but I think maybe not tomorrow so I’ll run on it tomorrow but then definitely not the next day.” Then by the next day, it’s better anyway. But I have a mini internal freak out when I first notice any new niggle.
We have a little experiment coming today…I’m going to try to take my sister-in-law’s dog for a run. My own dogs don’t like to run with me (they’re sprinters, not distance runners) so I’ve never run with a dog and they don’t run with him either like on full-on distance runs but he’s very active and runs constantly and the breed is supposedly built for running. I’m going to do the first few miles alone then loop back and grab him and try to make it around 2 with him and get him some exercise. If it goes well, I forsee me trying to convince Stevie that running 6 miles is her new favorite activity, to replace chasing squirrels in circles in the backyard.
Do you run with a dog?
Do you freak out about all the random pains that come with running?