When I woke up this morning (or rather as I was getting in bed last night), I'm thinking...how am I going to pull of my Monday run? It's so hard to get up early enough in the morning, hence why I was thinking about it as I was getting in bed.....cause it was super late. I knew I had a meeting at 6pm this evening....and I don't leave work till 5 at the earliest....so how to do it?
I had decided I would just be late to the meeting.....and hopefully not too sweaty by the time I got there after my mile. But life continually shows me that no matter what I plan it can always change. I always take the dogs out for a walk around the block first thing in the morning...I mean REALLY THE FIRST THING. But Gus wasn't feeling so well.........so he didn't want to walk. I took him back in and decided with just Sammy, I'd go ahead and do the mile with her. So I have the mile done already, and I won't be late to my meeting tonight. Ha, plans changed.
And just in case you are wondering......I fed Gussy some scrambled eggs for breakfast....and he seemed to be feeling a little better by the time I left this morning......keeping my fingers crossed.....otherwise.....plans could change again and I could end up at the vets tonight! He's such a prima donna, and has the most delicate stomach ever....but the crazy thing is he will eat anything he can pick up off the ground. He's a little neurotic. Could probably use a few sessions with Cesar Milan.
Mile #43 done.......oh, and Sammy almost tripped me on our run....damn dog.