I am on what my schedule calls a “Max Week.” This means I have 3 two-a-days scheduled and, in all, I have to train for around 9 hours. As of today I’m 3.59 hours into my training –
This, however, does not tell the whole story, because, you see, I have a dog named Chase. Chase is a maniac. On Tuesday, she was acting particularly crazy. In the span of 15 minutes, as I was out getting a coffee, she managed to destroy a box of tissues and to barrel through the gate we have blocking the entrance to the second floor. I came home to find her upstairs, terrorizing my sister’s cats.
The only option was for me to tucker her out. So after spending an hour on my trainer, I took Chase for a 2 mile romp through the trail near our house. She had a good time, but I probably over taxed my foot a bit. My legs are sore too. Also, I’m sort of weepy today. That’s another story.