A trail run sort of day

I've posted a lot about lifting on this blog. Probably because there's a bit more to write about it. I find running entries tend to be very short and succinct, because when I run, I just run. Not a lot of frills or thought put into it, just me and the pavement.

A combination of factors led me to forgo my scheduled Arm day at the "Great Hall of Fitness" and opt for a run instead.

1). It was 67 degrees out. And sunny. And a bit breezy. Could you ask for better running weather? Nope!

2). I was exhausted from the combination of staying up late thinking about optics and getting up early for Dog Orientation at APS! If there's anything that could get me up at 7 am on a Saturday, it would probably have to be cute, fluffy, and of the canine family. When I'm mentally drained, lifting isn't the best activity for me. I need a lot of focus while lifting; not so much running.

3). The pup pups needed a good run.

So off we went to the Washington Duke trail.

We don't actually let them get this far ahead of us....only for pictures!

It was a perfect day to run, and I have the perfect running partner. Now I know I'm not supposed to play favourites with the pups. However, amoung her many talents, Emmy does not possess the one that says running should be done at roughly a constant speed. Emmy was bred to herd, meaning that she can go 0-60 in no time, run like a maniac until her job is done, and then stop and sniff/plod along for as long as she deems fit. This doesn't suit my typical running style, although for sprint workouts she'd be great. So I took Q instead, while Emmy walked with Ryan.

Oh hey Emmy

Q is the most amazing running partner. She's pretty shy with people so she never feels the need to run ahead and investigate. She can keep a damn near constant pace. She's a bit prancy, meaning she's enjoying herself and everyone we pass think she's the cutest thing. She's also good at keeping a step or two ahead of me on the hills which is great motivation for me. And on this particular run she learned "easy" which means to brace and slow down on steep declines. She's awesome. And unlike Emmy, she doesn't feel the need to stop and take a poo when we are the furthest place possible from a trash can. :).

<3

The run made me realize that I've been in the gym lifting a bit too much. Lifting is fun, but not therapeutic in the same way that running is. As it gets nicer out, hopefully I'll be posting a bit more about running!

The little track star.

And her daddy.