Ran five miles today and didn’t barf/die.
It actually got down to 72°F. 84% humidity.
Of course by the time I got home from work it was up to 80°F/60% again, and when I got back from running it was 82°.
Can’t you just be cool, weather?? BE COOL.
But today was the only semi-decent day we’re going to get — the rest of the week is going to be much, much worse.
All those times during the winter that I was griping and complaining about how cold it was and how pale and pasty I was, I should have remembered what summer is like.
Anyhoo I did run. I finished in imnottellingyou minutes and almost took a dog home with me.
So I’m running along (at my leisurely 11:00 pace) when this gorgeous Australian Shepherd with one blue eye comes tearing down the block and heads right for me. Despite the cute little doggy face with the tongue lolling and the happy doggy grin, I do think for for a split second this dog is going to try to eat me and I make a feeble attempt to cover my neck area.
His paws land on my chest and he licks me. Fiercely.
He jogs along with me for about half a block while I’m trying to decide whether I just take him home with me or go door-to-door. I ask him where Mommy is and he won’t tell me.
Yes, yes. Dogs melt my chest cavity every time. I hate people, but I’m a big ol’ softy when it comes to dogs. I couldn’t just leave him. If you found a baby, would you just leave it? (Well, I would but we’re talking about dogs, remember?)
Thankfully Dad comes out of a garage and starts hollering, “Sundance! Get back here! Come get a biscuit!”
“Oh good!” I call back to the guy, “I thought I was going to have to start ringing doorbells!”
Dude just stares at me. Like mean, kind of.
I like you, doggy friend, but your dad? Not so much. I start to feel weird about letting the dog go with the sort-of mean man, but the dog seemed willing enough to accompany him. And I hear him calling his other dog Butch and I decide he must be okay. Butch and Sundance.
It’s when your neighbor’s dogs have names like Weasel and Turd that you start to worry about them.
Ever been attacked by a dog while running?
Moving on…I stopped by TJs today and picked up a loaf of ciabatta and the stinkiest most disgusting looking cheese I could find. The blue one is a Spanish valdeon, aged six months in my running socks, from the smell of it. BUT SO GOOD. The other one is an English Gloucester with chives. I’m thinking about becoming a cheese blogger. Will you still read??
I also found this awesome website, Cheese.com, where you can look up the funky cheeses you find and read more about them.
Have you ever accidentally opened the wrong side of your rosemary and dumped the whole jar on your bread?
Yeah, me neither.
Naturally I had to have a glass of wine. Ooooh, and some crackers.
A peach rounded out the meal.
And now friends, it is time for our Tuesday night trainwreck. And to find out what Heidi’s been up to…
(UPDATE/SPOILER ALERT: WASTE OF TIME)