Ugly Toes

After running with Molly yesterday. It was a beautiful day!

Molly had to stop again while running yesterday (she seems to be having some ... uh ... "issues" again ...) and as usual we weren't near a garbage can. I didn't want to carry the bag, so:

Yes, I tied the bag to her collar. I thought she would freak out about having a plastic bag so close to her, but she didn't care. But it made running a lot harder for me, because everytime I looked over at her and saw the bag flopping around I would start giggling.

We ran again this morning, and I once again had to tie a bag on her. It wasn't as funny today, though. Running kind of sucks right now. I am just dragging - and I'm only running 3 miles! It starts in by 2 miles; I'm sure I could force myself to keep going, but I've just been cutting things off at 3 miles. I have a theory that my shitty running this year is directly tied into my fucked up hormones, but I have nothing to back that up.

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Is it sad that the highlight of my day was the 20 minutes or so I ran with Molly before she needed to poop?

Having a rough time getting back on a schedule this week - a 5 hour time change + an overnight flight has a way of screwing things up, not to mention the stupid prometrium I had to start taking on Sunday. Molly and I ran today, and for the first time since the explorer attacked me, my bruises didn't hurt. The first part of the run was really great - I didn't feel as slow and pokey as I have felt lately, and Molly was actually running alongside me instead of pulling her leash in front of me.

My title today - I made a point to look at Molly's tail while we were running today since she was running beside me, which is very unusual for her. She ran beside me and behind me on Monday, too. She's been a little weird since getting back from the kennel, but it was her first time away from us and a week is a long time. (The Engineer got sick of me saying I missed the puppy). Molly's tail is a great indicator of her mood - she has a very obvious "happy tail." In a lot of our frisbee pictures, her tail is curled up, touching her back, because she's happy. When I picked her up from the kennel, she seemed very eager to see me and was doing her usual "pet me/hug me" thing she does to me and all seemed normal until I noticed that her tail was completely under her, and was touching her belly. Her tail only does that when she's really unhappy ...

Anyway, while running today she kept looking up at me with a grin, which is cute. Her tail was what we call a "Zac tail," after the in-laws' border collie. Zac's happy tail only curls up at the end, which is what hers was doing today. So I think she was happy to run with me. Or maybe she was just happy I came home from work and saved her from the laundry room.

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Our rental car for the week was a Ford Explorer. The Engineer drives a Chevy TrailBlazer, so it's not like I'm not used to big cars.

Looks like a normal car:

But it's really a Car of Doom.

I managed to hit my calf with the door:

And then getting into the car, I hit my hip:

And that's not even counting where I wacked my shin on the running boards, leaving another bruise.

The (pictured) bruises all happened last Thursday; the pictures are from yesterday. Surprisingly, they've made running slightly painful.

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Out of curiosity, I looked up the Ironman course yesterday. It looks as though we drove over the bike portion on our way to the beach, and we've been on parts of the run portion. This morning, I felt recovered enough to try and run again, and I decided to try and hit part of the Ironman course. (We went to Hawaii Volcano National Park on Monday, and my calves were really sore yesterday from all the hiking around on lava). Yeah ... it's hilly here. I can tell by looking at my splits where the hills were. I took my new water bottle and drank all 22 oz during the 4 miles I was out running. I've definitely got a new level of respect for the people that do the Kona Ironman.

Trail mix seen at the park.

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Last week, it snowed in Minnesota. Molly was the only one pleased by this development:

So it wasn't too much of a hardship for the Engineer and I to escape to Hawaii. (Well, leaving the puppy behind was hard, but Molly will never, ever fly on an airplane). It really is very pretty here.

I actually ran outside, and going from 30 degrees to 80 with the additional of hills was a little ... challenging. We stopped in at the Big Island Running Company to buy a handheld water bottle so that I can not get dehydrated when I try again. Interestingly, the bottle holder was not only cheaper than the one I bought back home at the Running Ripoff, but more awesome - it has a pouch for gels or my cell phone.

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Wow - the Boston forecast kind of sucks:

FORECAST:The most up-to-date weather forecast calls for a predicted Spring storm on Monday, including heavy rains (potentially 3 to 5 inches), with the start temperatures in the mid to upper 30's. Wind will likely be East (in the face of the participants for most of the race) in the 20 to 25 mile per hour range, with gusts to as much as 50 miles per hour. This will produce a wind chill index of 25 to 30-degrees Fahrenheit.

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You Are the Middle Finger

A bit fragile and dependent on your friends, you're not nearly as hostile as you seem. You are balanced, easy to get along with, and quite serious. However, you can get angry and fed up with those around you. And you aren't afraid to show it! You get along well with: The Index Finger Stay away from: The Pinky

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