Donkey and I met up with Karrie, Nikko and Richard this morning to try and get back into the swing of running. It was brisk this morning at 36F. I always hate the first mile or so when my hands and toes are freezing, but by mile 2 the cool weather is a relief. The dogs love the weather too. Donkey was wild for a mile and wanted to go faster, and after 4 miles he was bored and decided he needed to herd Karrie and run circles around me. Run? Ha. My run is a walk for Donkey. HE SHOULD BE TIRED. But no, he is in the backyard as I type showing me what running should be. I wish my hind-quarters were as strong. He’s now herded the marshmallows into the corner of the yard and I’m going to have to rescue Rowdy in a minute. Rowdy does not like to be herded, and Donkey knows it.
I’ll head to the gym later and lift some more. I’m not sure what yet, but I’ll update when I get back. I recently switched gyms. Again. I’m back at the Y, which I have a love and hate relationship with. I love that my running buddies are there, and I love the quaint atmosphere. And as much as I love talking to the seniors and I’m glad they are active, I have to admit I find it annoying when they spend seven million hours “sitting” on the equipment between exercises – I never have the heart to say anything. Occasionally, these things make me miss the plushness and amenities of Lifetime, especially the hot tub, indoor pool and built-in Starbucks. I also miss having a locker room with “locks” and a place to store my purse. But, I certainly don’t miss the fake boobs, fake tans, spandex leotards and plethora of liposuction attitudes that go along with them. Maybe I’m just jealous of the fake boobs, but I think it’s a good trade.
Anyhow, I’m amazed at how much the weight lifting is helping my runs. My legs are notably stronger. I’m lifting my legs instead of plopping them up and down randomly. I feel more in control, more like I’m gliding instead of waddling. I like that feeling.