Oops.

Um, I went running yesterday. I know I was going to wait until this weekend but I felt like my foot was okay enough to go for a run. It would have been, too, had I stuck to my original plan to just go for a quick two-mile jaunt.

The weather was lovely (about 55), sunny and gorgeous, and it felt like spring time in January. Thank you, global warming. I set off and discovered that while a few weeks ago my body was like a finely tuned machine, it did not remain so. Yesterday I felt more like a really junky, old pickup truck that starts up roughly and clatters down the road squeaking and groaning the entire time. Still, once I got going I was feeling pretty good. Two miles would have been a lovely test for my foot. And then a stray dog showed up…

I thought it belonged to a woman walking, but she told me it had been following her down the road for quite a ways, and she had no idea where it came from. It looked like some type of Corgi mix (NOT the ideal dog to run with, obviously) but the little guy was just having a grand old time running alongside me. I turned onto another road and it followed me, so I turned back instead in attempt to get it to find its home.

That didn’t happen. Eventually it got distracted and left me alone though. Still, I kind of “accidentally” ran six miles instead of two because of my detour in attempt to not have a strange little dog follow me home.

Today my foot hurts a little (just a little). But hey, I can still run six miles and that is something I was worried about. Good to know! Now I shall rest my foot. Really, I will.