I ran 18 minutes this morning and all seemed fine. In fact, I would say today's run was BETTER than the run on Saturday. My legs still ached (from Saturday's run and/or from early Sunday morning's drunken race up an escalator going the wrong way), but this is all fine. I feel "fat" while running, which is ridiculous because I don't weigh any more than I did in the spring. If anything I feel more toned/cut, but whatever. I just need to regain my running legs and tick ahead.
During my run I saw the man who jogs every morning with his two yellow labs. I see him in rain snow and under the anvil of an August sun. Needless to say, they've become part of the scenery. Of course, it's been over 2 months since I've seen this trio. This time, however, he was only running with one dog. Knowing the other hadn't been doing so well earlier this summer, I asked how s/he was feeling. I was saddened to hear that the dog had to be put down due to cancer. I've been running past him and his dogs on Rock Creek Trail now for over 8 years and it occurred to me that 1. I've been running around these parts now for half my running life and 2. I've been out of the game now for a long time. I hope that lab is in doggy heaven.
I'm set for 3 miles on Wednesday.