Go, you chicken fat, go away!

I got up at 6am, but waited until we got Emily on the bus before I went running.  Emily has been sick, too, and today was the first day back at school in forever.  I started running, and I didn't feel great.  I saw a ton of people out today.  Lots of runners, too.  Most of them looked older than me, but faster than me.  Except that one guy that took his shirt off.  I passed him.  I saw one lady that was wearing last year's Ragnar McDowell Mountain Trail relay shirt.  I told her I have that same shirt.  She had to look down at it to remember what she was wearing.  Anyway, my pace was 7 seconds faster than my average pace on this loop.  Go figure.

So every day I take my dog, Herby, on a walk.  We can't keep him outside anymore because he always finds a way to get out of the gate.  Even putting him on a chain doesn't work because he will rip out of his harness or leash or whatever is restraining him.  One time he chewed through the trampoline.  I've never seen a dog so determined.  So I have to walk him so he can poop.  Yesterday we were walking and all of the sudden he stopped.  A coyote walked out of the bushes in the bottom of the Floodway where we were.  It stopped and stared at us for a while.  We then decided it would be a good idea to chase it.  So we spent the next half hour chasing it back and forth in the Floodway.  There was one chase where Herby and I ran down the bank of the Floodway and I couldn't keep up, and I wiped out.  I still managed to hang on to the leash, thank goodness.  I also recorded another chase and posted it on Facebook if you're interested in having a good laugh.

Long story short, I was sore this morning.  I started running and all of my joints felt stiff and sore.  After a while, I felt better, but I ran considerably slower than yesterday.  While I was running on the RWCD path, I could see a woman running on the Floodway path.  She was faster than me and she passed me.  We both turned on University and I thought about giving her a high five, but I'm not as brave as I used to be.

I thought I was running faster than what I did.  It kind of felt like I was pushing it.  But I guess I wasn't.  Maybe because I felt real sore this morning.  But it was the kind of sore that you can push through.