Urlea, love your hair!

Well, my slacking-off week is over, and combobulated or not I've got to get back at it.

I'm still planning to take several runs pretty easy to get used to the hills again.

Today before I went out, DH showed me the weather radar. A little squall had bloomed up out of nowhere and was headed our way. I needed the run, so I went out anyhow.

Generally it was a pretty nice run. I love the colors and smells of springtime. Except for the farmer moving manure with his truck leaking. Luckily he was leaving a pretty well defined stripe that was easy enough for me to avoid.

Then a little bit after my turnaround, a Rottweiler pup, maybe 5 or 6 months old, wanted to play. She literally tried to climb right up the backs of my legs! It broke my heart to speak harshly to such a happy pup, but I didn't want her to chase me too far and get lost or get in trouble with a car. She didn't seem too intimidated by my yelling at her anyhow, maybe she just got bored chasing me.

The rain hit maybe a mile and a half from home, and boy did it hit. Wind and rain coming down in sheets. My phone starts ringing with my "friend" ring. I know it's DH checking on me, and I don't want to worry him, but there's just no answering the phone in that rain! A little bit later here he comes up the road in the car. He's sweet. (Good thing he guessed right which direction I'd gone.) By then the rain had let up a bit anyhow. I turned down the ride - didn't really want one anyhow, but even if I had, he hadn't thought to bring a towel, and I was SOAKING wet. I'm just glad that it didn't start raining until after I was past the cow manure trail.

6.2 miles at about an 11 minute pace, not too terribly bad considering the hills and the weather. I don't know how much of it is psychological, but it's funny how I'm plenty strong on the hills on the bike, but not on foot.