Unless I want to sit out another fall marathon season, settling for 15Ks and half-marathons and PRs in the wrong direction, I am going to have to get off my butt and start running pretty soon.
I think I’ll put Riggy’s pinch collar on him and take him along. I haven’t gone jogging with a rat terrier at the other end of the leash since the evening I pushed Scout too hard right after she got her terrible diagnosis. I’ve been babying my dogs since then, and I think I’ve been babying myself.
Enough. I need a good run, and Riggy does, too. I think we’ll hit the River Parks trail in the morning. It’s good cross-training, anyway. Kempo is showing me just how far out of shape I really am, and I don’t like it. Time to quit making excuses and remember who I am.