This week is when I really get into the thick of training. I’ll running 24 miles this week and it just goes up from there. Today I did a total of four miles. Riley hasn’t been on a run for a while, so I did only two miles with her. She probably could have gone four, but that would have probably made her super tired and possibly sore. So I am easing her back into running. She seemed to enjoy the run, although she was also in the mood to sniff a lot today.
I dropped her off at home and went out for another two miles. I observed some interesting behavior for 5:30 in the morning. I ran past a guy smoking a joint. Right there, in the middle of the sidewalk. And this was on a main drag. Seriously. You have to smoke pot at 5:30 in the morning? And you don’t have the good sense to do this at home? Wake up a few minutes earlier so you have time to do it at home, and so I don’t have to smell that stink. Luckily I was running, so I was able to run past the smell rather quickly. Definitely not something you feel like breathing in when you’re in the middle of a four mile run.
I finished the run with little incident, although I did pass a couple of girls who I think were making their way home from the night before. They were not walking in the straightest of lines and seemed a bit dressed up for that hour of the day.
I got home and logged my miles, only to find out I only needed to run three miles today. Oh well. What are you going to do? And because of that slight mistake, I’ll be running 25 miles this week.