No Running With Chihuahuas

Brownie, Logan and I finished Week 3 Day 3 yesterday.  I had a mishap on Wednesday.  Just a tip, don't run with a testy chihuahua.  My mother was going to take the two little dogs with her, I had Brownie and Logan.  We all started off at the same time, which was our initial mistake.  Logan could see my mother.  He didn't want me.  He decided to remain seated and to gaze mournfully at my mother.  He didn't give up after being dragged half a block.  Paco was also protesting, by yapping and pulling like a sled dog for my mother.   Mother and I decided to swap out Logan for Paco, and I finally began my warm up walk. 

Paco is not a good running companion.  He didn't like other people running past us, he didn't like us running past other people.  Brownie decided that since Paco was barking and reacting to everyone in our general vicinity, she would do the same. 

Yesterday morning was a big improvement on Wednesay.   When I'm running, I'm pushing myself.  My breathing is faster, more in my face.  It's not so easy to let my thoughts wander, so I'm staying right in the present because my muscles ache just a little with every step.  I'm focusing on getting through my run instead of wondering what I'll end up doing at work during my next shift, whether I'll find another part time job soon, whether the State of Arizona is going to cut more healthcare funding, or any of the other things my brain might hold onto during the day.

I feel great when I'm done with my run.  I've stuck it out for one more week. 

Paco in the sun