I had Friday and Saturday off of work, which was nice - I feel like I've gotten a real weekend in. The weather has been wonderful - sunny, highs around 80 - just perfect to sit outside and enjoy an iced tea, or some frozen yogurt (::grin::). We planted some annuals - my favorite, the Moss Rose (or Portulaca), in the walkway in front of our house - they don't look quite this lush yet, but they will, very soon. Grilled dinner both evenings - I'm trying some new foods (chicken andouille sausage, for example) and not counting calories, but eating intuitively. There is less stress and angst at the moment, for which I am grateful.
I am feeling good. I went for a run all by myself on Friday morning at the park I normally run at. I was a little creeped out at the lack of people there - don't know if it was because of the Good Friday holiday, or that it was a little later (9:45 am) in the day - but running through the nearly deserted park wasn't quite as relaxing as it normally is when I have a running buddy, or at least other people around. Couple that, along with some boredom, and I only managed about 2.3 miles. I redeemed myself on Sunday, though - Jeff and I went to the park before 9:00 am and he rode his bike around while I ran - and I managed to get a full 5K (3.1 miles) in, so I felt good about that. Plus the animals were out in full force - I swear, it was like a Disney movie! Squirrels were everywhere, cardinals kept flying in front of me...I even saw a crane down in the creek! Made for an interesting run, that's for sure!
Speaking of running, this was in an article called "A Few Rules To Run By" from Active.com - I love it, and I'm trying to keep it in mind when I run:
Run Like a DogAnd speaking of dogs (nice segue, dontcha think?), I've been meaning to post these pictures for a while now...before there was Paco the Wonder Dog, we had Jackie - our sweet dachshund. We got her when she was a tiny little thing - maybe eight weeks old? (Forgive my bad memory - this was back in 1992). Anyway, Jackie was a good dog. She grew up with the kids and was always so gentle with them. Everyone loved her, even our cats. Poor Jackie could never get away from them - it's not really in a dachshund's nature to be friends with cats, but they gave her no choice. I give you Exhibit A:
My dog, a shepherd mix named Cooper, doesn't care where we are or what time of day it is, or even what the weather is like. He doesn't know what his resting heart rate is and rarely bothers to wear a watch. He just loves to run. And every time he does, his face and his body telegraph one simple message: This. Is. AWESOME. I'm runningrunningrunningrunning! The "Run Like a Dog" Workout (Including Warmup and Cooldown) Walk 8 seconds. Trot 4 seconds. Stop. Sniff. Sprint 7 seconds. Freeze. Walk 5 seconds in any direction but forward. Stare 9 seconds. Lunge at rabbit. Double back, walk 3 seconds. Urinate. Repeat six times. Collapse on rug.
...and Exhibit B
...and Exhibit C
I love these pictures because Jackie always looked so put upon - she would give me this "can't you do something?!?" look, but really, she could have gotten away from the cats if she'd wanted to. Every time I see a picture on Debby's blog of her cute little Sophie, I'm reminded of Jackie. She hasn't been with us for a few years now, but we have a lot of great memories of that little red dog.
So. Another post that has wandered all over the place...if you've managed to stay with it to the end, I thank and applaud you!