Clueless People

Cosmo and I head out on a little 3 mile jaunt this morning. It is nice and cool, sun is shining, very little wind - just a perfect running day. Last Friday, this route took me 29:16 so I think that I will shoot to take a little time off of that - not much, just a few seconds or so. Goal is 29:10 which would give me a 9:43 mile. Blazing fast for me! LOL

Mile 1 - 9:42 Feel good, everything is right in my world.
Mile 2 - 9:56 Huh? Well, no matter. I still feel good and I know with a little focus I can still do this. I need to hit about 9:31 for this last mile - a challenge but I am going for it.
Mile 3 - Oh wait. We are stopped at mile 2.51 by a guy needing directions. Yes, even though the neighborhood is crawling with people and construction workers, he stops Cosmo and I. He stops up ahead of us and waits for for us to approach, window down, arm waving at us. No way I can pretend I don't see him and buzz on by. I give him the directions, he asks a few questions about greyhounds and makes a few inane comments about me running with my dog (all while I stand there, dripping sweat and still huffing and puffing) and then he drives off. Momo and I stand there. You know, we so don't want to move. If I turn around, I can see the back of my house about 250 feet away. Momo refuses to look at me, he is turned around, staring intently at the back of the house.

I hit the start button on the Gar'mean' and I attempt some forward motion. My knees and hips probably made audible creaking noises as if I were the Tinman caught out in a rainstorm without my trusty oil can. Momo registers his discontent with this plan by hanging back at the very end of his leash with absolutely no slack. I push ahead, dragging my protesting dog and we slog on to the end.

Mile 3 - 9:40 3 miles @ 29:20 for a 9:47 pace. I think I could have hit 29:10 if I didn't stop but I am still happy. :-)