Running Wogging & the Glass Half Full

Monday, March 5th Little 7 miler Been wanting to run down by Berg Park. Today would be that day. I parked at the kid's school- and ran down Sullivan to it. Wore my Brooks Cascadias- They are great for the mix of terrain I'd find on this run- be it pavement, wood chips, or gravel. The trail was sleepy, But the park was alive with both runners and walkers, happy to have this day. I had more "hello!"-s and "have a great run!"-s than ever I've had before. Made me smile Glad to be moving along with this throng of happy people. Fun to feel a part of it all. Once around, and I'm ready for a scene change- Should have stayed at the park, Because the next phase of my run was ridiculous. I run back up Sullivan... only this time I'm on the OTHER side of the street Yeah- DOG HEAVEN Now, I'm not afraid of dogs, mind you- I just don't like being yelled at by them. And yell they did. Loudly Like the...

There's something fun about a Saturday run. Less time constraints- A more relaxed feel- This morning was just like that. I drank in it's quiet restfulness. Then I realized it was already 7am- Gotta get out the door if I'm ever going to get back- I go to grab my Asics, thinking they'd be best suited for a longer run, but it seems my Brooks Cascadias hid them! I give them the 'mommy eye' - they promise to be good- so on they go. The trails were calling my name as I headed out- but I had to detour down into the neighborhood to mail a letter. A little warmup jog felt good- passing houses and people going places- CRAZY DOG runs out towards me barking--- ****** you know I love dogs, and never had a fear before I started running- What is it that makes dogs want to lunge out and 'get' a runner? Tennille had given me pointers the other day on what to do the next time I ran into a dog- should I try it? ********* "NO!" "S...

Hit snooze twice on my alarm this morning.  Luckily, my clock is alarmingly fast, making my actual out of bed time 4:45. No worries, I only had another 4 to tackle. AND I'd planned ahead and had everything ready. Oh yeah, "everything ready" to me means; I've forgotten to charge my head phones, Can't find socks, Have to scrounge through the laundry for that running shirt I just plain forgot to wash, but can't live without. SERIOUSLY!!!!! (you know- I HAVE asked for organization EVERY year for Christmas- no one seems to listen) Funny how these little things become the undoing of me. Same story in getting the kids out the door for school. I keep telling myself, "everyone else is competent and able to get with the program- why not you?" Oh, well I come just as I am. Hooked up my HUGE oldschool headphones,  stuffed the three miles of chord down my shirt, and headed out. Endomondo said I was running. I began my warm up w...

Slept in. While this may be needed or desirable, the consequences of a sleepover-sleep-in is drama trama in the getting out the door category. French toast- cheesy cauliflower- granola- These were the breakfast orders. Yes, my Molly ordered cheesy cauliflower for breakfast- well, actually it was Broccoli, but we were out, so I told her cauliflower was white broccoli, and she was on board. Time for a run. Up out and down. Burning on the sides of my calves. Run - shuffle- walk, Run - shuffle- walk, Burn-burn-burn- Sigh* Walk- These shoes were going to be the undoing of me. But I had decided last night to run the wilderness park, and that was motivation enough. It took about two miles of this crazy lumping along for my calves to finally stretch, relax, and ready themselves for the work. Just in time too, the ascent to the wilderness park was ahead. Inside the park, I'm planning to take the pavement- but I see something that catches my eye-- ...