I Probably Should Make My Blog Public again

I planned on doing 10 today, then when I realized at about mile 7 that I would be going over 10, I decided to make it a round 11 instead of 10.something.

I started relatively slow (I think around 9:21, but my garmin didn't pick up a satellite right away, so I had to guess a little) and then hovered around or under 9 minute pace for the next several miles. 

Around mile 4 a little dog followed me for a couple minutes, barking like crazy.  I  wasn't scared of him, but I was scared for him if he was going to follow me, so I tried to chase him home.  I couldn't exactly figure out which house he came from, though, and I chased him back once only to have him follow me again.  Finally I backtracked to where I thought he came from and rang the doorbell.  No one answered, but the dog stayed on the porch and didn't follow me again.

Then I tried to pick up the pace for the next few miles, just to about 8:50.  Mile 9 and 10 were a bit under 8:30 and mile 11 (my bonus mile) was a slower cool down (about 9:20, right where I had started).  While it wasn't as fast as it was supposed to be (I was shooting for 8:45 average), I also wasn't working that hard.  Pace felt good.  The wind was pretty fierce.

This time I didn't overdress.  When I first left the house I thought I was under-dressed (shorts and two long-sleeved t shirts).  But wearing gloves and an ear band helped keep me warm.  It was probably somewhere slightly under 50 degrees, but I was glad I just went for shorts.

Ran at my mom's house.  Planned on 5 but then went longer.

Took my brother's dog for a run today.  His limit is 4 miles, apparently.  A little past 4 miles, he sat down and tried to run the other way (like that was the direction of home).  I decided to walk him the remaining mile home because I didn't want to kill someone else's dog.  When we got closer I ran him so that my watch would hit 4.25 because I didn't want to log 4.07.

Then we waited and waited and waited for my brother's baby to be born.  She finally was on Wed. night.  Mom and baby are well.  I saw them today (Thursday) and then we headed back home.

Took my SIL out to lunch on Tuesday.  She's struggling mentally, but she is seeing a therapist, which is good.  She had her ovaries removed Wednesday.  She is doing well physically..

An easy 6 after a day of waiting and traveling.  I skipped my planned workout on Wednesday because I opted to run with the dog and didn't think he could handle intervals (though he did make me run faster than I wanted to, at least in the beginning).  I thought about doing it instead of an easy 6, but then didn't for no particular reason.  We'll see if it gets done on Friday.

Ran to the track (2.1 miles) for some 800s.  Then did the 800s progressively faster.  First 3 were 3:45 (whoops, too slow), 3:40, 3:34.  I figured after the first 3 that I should aim for 5 seconds faster.  Then I accidentally hit the stop button instead of the lap button, so I don't have my time.  I'm fairly confident it was at most 3:30, maybe a little under, but I will never know...

Then ran home.  I find that my pace after a little bit of speed is slower than normal, but I can't make myself hurry when I am running back from the track.  Whatever.  I try to concentrate on my form when I find myself running slow.

Woo hoo!  I'm over 40 miles this week!  Just an easy run.  Tomorrow I do tempo.  I'm mixing it all up this week.

I'm getting tired of the cold, BTW.  I thought March was supposed to go out like a lamb.