Well, I did it. I ran 20 miles last week. While it took me 7 days and 7 separate runs, I feel pretty good about knocking out that many miles while starting from scratch (see my workout log here). Will I do it again soon? Probably not. But I’m more comfortable with the idea of heading out and knocking out 3 miles as a regular workout. Except…
Remember last week when a strange man at the park told me I have perfect teeth? Well yesterday, my friend Lauren and I saw him while we were walking our dogs at the same park. He tried to get our attention, and I tried desperately not to make eye contact, but he stopped me and said, “Hey – perfect teeth!” Then he pointed at Lauren and said, “tell her, too, she has perfect teeth, too!” Which is dumb, because he didn’t even see our teeth. Unless he has x-ray vision, which is a whole ‘nother type of problem. Last week I thought he was cooky, and this week I am on high alert. My mom wants me to call the parks department, which makes me giggle.
In other news, our foster puppy Fiona was adopted on Saturday. Buster is in mourning. I really enjoyed having a second dog. For a week. But watching her constantly to make sure she didn’t pee on anything (mostly our couch) and being the puppetmaster while walking two dogs at once reminded me that I don’t want a second dog. One is fine.
But I reserve the right to change my mind. I heart puppies. Especially homeless ones.