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It's been two and a bit months since my half marathon on my injured foot and if there is one thing that I've learned its that recovery is a pain in the butt.

I finished physio and took an additional month off of running, just to be sure that I was recovery and spent plenty of time at the gym, becoming BFFs with the elliptical machine (and it's built in TV screen) and getting my sweat on a couple times a week in spin class but now I'm finally back running, and am registered to do two 5k's towards the end of the summer. 

Which brings me to my current frustration.  I'm slow.

I'm building back up slowly and it's incredibly difficult not to just throw myself back into it at full gear.  I want to run far and fast and I want to do it now.  But in the back of my mind (or maybe in the middle) I know that I can't or I'll end up right back where I was: in pain and on the metaphorical bench.  So I plod along, with people passing me by and my four legged companion pulling on the leash, urging me to go faster.

At least I know that I'm not in terrible shape from all the cross training because I feel strong and when I'm ready, I'll be zipping along again at my slightly faster pace.

I just wish it was sooner rather than later.

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Injuries happen.  They happen in day to day life.  They happen in accidents.  And they certainly happen while running.  Shin splints, sore muscles, tears, rolled ankles - anything can happen.  And yesterday it happened to me.  But I'm not quite sure where I hurt, I'm more just aware that I do hurt.

It's all my dog's fault.

We were out for our afternoon 6km - 4.4km to the dog park, a play with other dogs, and then 1.6km home.  She's a pretty good running partner and if I do say so myself, the cutest thing ever, but she does have a weakness.  She's too socialized.  She needs to say hello to everyone and everything.  And this is how I hurt myself.

About three and a half km into our run, there was a puppy crossing the road ahead of us with its person.  No, not only a puppy.  A Wheaton puppy, one of Cooper's favourite breeds on the planet. And she needed to go see it.  Now.  Normally, this isn't a problem.  She runs in front of me (I can't decide if its an innate husky pulling trait or an innate shepherd guarding trait, but I can't seem to break it from her, no matter how many treats and clickers are involved) and although it isn't the favoured heel position, I am able to see better if she's going to start pulling after something.  A pull of the leash and a firm "NO.  LEAVE IT." generally works, though she will stare at whatever she's looking at longingly.  Unfortunately, this puppy crossed our line of sight at the same time as we were running through some muddy grass.  I pulled the leash and skidded at the same time, throwing off my center of balance.  

And then proceed to skid and slide for 20 meters.  There were a couple moments when I thought that I was going to make a spectacular recovery and the judges would have given me an 8.4 for being shaky on the dismount but nailing the landing.  No, what I did was slide until I simply ran out of momentum and landed softly on my bum.  And then proceeded to be licked by Cooper and her new Wheaton friend.  The other owner was concerned and asked if I was all right - I of course said that I was fine, but the moment that I started running again, I could feel little twinges in places that there had been no twinges before - my right quad, my left hamstring, my core and the rest of the run was significantly slower.

Now I'm sore all over.  My bum is fine but my muscles ache way more than what is normal for my daily run and I know that its completely from my attempt to stabilize and not fall down.  I'm certain that I would hurt less if I had just wiped out completely.

Things I learned:
1. Mud is slippery
2. Puppy kisses cure all as do couch cuddles when you finally get home
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The weather fooled me yesterday.  

I got home from work and was surprised at how cool it felt - like it was only 25 degrees in comparison to last weeks 37.  So at 3:30pm I tied up my shoes, grabbed the dog and headed out.

Except 3 minutes in, I was drenched in sweat.  Drenched like I could have drowned a small child in my sweat.  There was apparently surprise!humidity.  And that sucks.

The pooch and I toughed out 5km in the deceptively hot afternoon and though it was a very slow trot at the end we survived - lots of water for both, lots of swimming in rivers for her and then we both went home and had a nap.  Yay nap!
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Today I ran with a new running partner for the first time.  We were both a little nervous about it but excited at the same time.

I ran with my dog.  Cooper is my 11 and a half month old shepherd/husky mix and today was her first run.  Of course that isn't quite true.  Cooper is a dog park aficionado, stellar at the sports of chase and wrestling (though somewhat lacking in the noble art of fetch), and is young and fit.  Today was just her first time running on leash with me.

In the first 100 meters I though at least three times that this was possibly a terrible idea and that she wasn't ready for it, despite being told by the vet that she was physically a-ok to start slowly.  There was zig zagging, leashes in mouths and bounding.  And then it stopped.  She trotted along nicely beside me.  She'd look up at me with a smile in her eyes and I'd give her a pat on the head and she would look ahead again, set on the run.  I ran on the sidewalk and she in the grass until we got to the parks.  In the woods she did run ahead a little bit, but didn't really pull.  We stopped to walk quite a few times because I was certain that I was going to give her walk breaks, just as any newbie would do (my plan was to run 2 minutes, walk 1), but she put her leash in her mouth and pulled.  Looked up at me and with the voice only a husky can make said "WOOOOOOOOOOO".  She wanted to RUN.  We stuck to the plan, but she couldn't figure out why we were walking ;)

We ran to the dog park where she got to go for a swim and play with her regular doggy friends.  I knew that I hadn't worn her out too badly when there was an epic game of chase going on.

Half an hour of playing in the park later, it was time to go.  She went for another swim and we started the run home in the trails.  This time there are a couple of disagreements because I wanted to run on the path and she wanted to chase a squirrel that went 'that way', but we stayed on course.  I could tell she was beginning to run out of gas about 700m from home so we walked the rest of the way.

I'm so proud of my new running friend on her first time out. 

Good girl, Cooper.


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