I've picked out my race outfit: Nike compression shorts (too big, but that's another story...), my Off n' Running race tank, my favorite oh-so-soft Balega socks with the little puff on the back so that they don't slide down into my shoes, and my New Balance 759s. I'm kind of disappointed about wearing them, because I love my Brooks Ghosts, but the latter are dying and now also smell like cat pee. Great. I have some arm sleeves, too, but they are shiny black and look a little too serious. Also, the one time I wore them I got under-arm blisters.
Today I took Jack and Scout, my two wonderful mutts, to the trails for their first run together in a while. Usually I run with Jack alone these days; Scout used to be my most athletic dog, but she tore her ACL and shredded her meniscus a few weeks before our son was born. Ever since, she's just like any injured athlete: she desperately wants to run but can't really keep up. And since she's loyal (and doesn't speak English), I can't trust her to tell me she needs to stop.
Here she is right after surgery. She's such a good girl!I let her come along because I knew it would be a slow one anyway. The sun was shining, it was nice and hot, and the dogs could not remember what the heck to do when running together. The leashes got tangled, Scout fell behind, Jack peed on his leash more than once, they waded in the lake and shook their loving wet, muddy bodies all over each other and yours truly. It was, in short, perfect. Our pace was around 11:00/mile because I didn't want to stop and start the watch every time one of them did one of the things mentioned above. It was one of those runs that reminds me it's not always about the time or the distance or even breaking a sweat (which I didn't). It was just fun.