Day Eight

The start of Week Two of my quest and it rained pretty much all night and most of the day. The weather started to break this afternoon and when Toby and I left the house, it was only windy and overcast. I told myself that we'd just run ten minutes and then turn back. At ten minutes, I told myself we'd just go through the village to the park and turn around. At the park I told myself that I just wanted to see how high the River Lee was. At the bridge. I decided that I didn't have enough of a sense of how swollen the river was and that I needed to run around the other side and up that country road a bit.

After a total of 20 minutes, I turned around and told myself that I only had to run another 4 minutes and then I could walk the rest of the way home. After 4 minutes, I told myself we'd might as well go for 30 minutes. And at 30 minutes, you guessed it, I decided we'd better just run the whole way home. I'd worked out a lot of my creakiness at that point.

It started raining about a half mile from home, a misty curtain of rain lashed by the wind that was nearly impossible to see through. We finished up in 40.17, so about 4 miles. Not bad for a day that I didn't really want to run at all.

Toby was okay - I'd probably say he'd averaged out to a grade of a C in the Running Partner department. He alternated pulling hard on the leash with running nicely. He also wanted to have a few words with the Crazed Watch Dog. I haven't mentionede CWD yet, but he's a dog who's chained up next to a house that's below road level. There's a wall that's about waist high for me next to the house. CWD works himself up into this twirling, barking, leaping frenzy when we run past and he manages, somehow to get his head above the top of the wall. I don't like CWD, but at least he's restrained.