Today was speed day. I only ran four sprints, but I think it was helpful. Prior to that, I ran 3 miles. The time wasn’t that great, but I was pleased that the 2nd half of the run was slightly faster than the first half (by a couple of seconds). This shows that I might have a chance of being a consistent runner. I hope so. Danny is training hard. I can tell.
Run Forrest, run! I decided to run tonight for the first time in (basically) a month. I had the flu Sunday and this morning, but I know Danny is running and claiming he isn’t. So I had to. Whenever I slowed down, I knew that Danny wanted my head to look like his. And I can’t have that. The Bix is 7 miles. I need to probably get up to 15 miles before that to stand a chance to the running that Danny is already doing. And I need to do speed-work. I’ve got 5 weeks. I can do it.
No, my dogs are already fixed. I’m just trying to control where they go. Like if put them in the pen in the garage (which allows them to go outside via the doggie-door, I don’t expect them to be running around the garage like they were today when I got home.
So I’m on attempt #6 to contain them:
It now looks like a window in Miami or New York City at the bottom of the door. If this doesn’t work, I’m going to use electric fencing. I’ve been thinking about doing that since attempt #4, but it just seems so inhumane to me.
