Sometimes you need to eat a little bit of pavement!

My first official day of training for my upcoming triathlon season was yesterday.  Leading up to it I was so excited I was counting down.  My lunch workout went well did some strength training and a 1 mile run.  I texted my husband that I could take the dog out that night since the weather was bad so he wouldn't have to try to do it with our son in the stroller.  This would also ensure I got out for my 3 mile easy run.  The plan said easy fairly relaxed 3 mile run with a negative split.  I thought to myself well I can do 3 miles but since I'm going to have to do it at night, with my dog I'm going to go for convenience and run from my house.  But the 3 mile loop I do from my house is mostly downhill on the way out and mostly uphill on the way back.  My thought was well I won't get that negative split but at least I'll be getting the miles in.

As I put my son to bed and sang him horribly out of tune songs assuring him he'd have nothing but sweet dreams and a spectacular nights rest, I silently checked off the list in my head of what I had to do to get ready the second I closed that door behind me so I wouldn't get lazy and skip my run.  I put on 3 layers (it was blowing cold wind and snow flakes were trying to squeeze out of the sky) yes I was dreading this run, I put on my gloves, hat and headlamp and my dog happily jumped and skipped at my feet as I walked around the house getting ready (yes I swear my dog skips when she's excited) I envisioned getting the dog mom of the year award.  I felt tough and ready to conquer and proud for not going to the treadmill or trying to cut my run short.  My head was pretty full of myself.  Then all that came crashing down as the sidewalk some how jumped up and grabbed me and next thing I knew I was on the ground with my dog trying to make out with me!!!  It hurt so bad I fell on top of my keys and cell phone that was in my pants pocket, my gloves were both torn and my dog was tied to my waste so as much as I wanted her to stop licking me she wouldn't no matter how much I pleaded!!  I wanted to get up before anyone saw me.  I couldn't tell if she was licking me so furiously because a) she was worried about me and thought licking me would heal all my wounds or b) she was scared that I might turn around and just go home and she wouldn't get her run in and she thought licking me would revive me and convince me to keep going.

Sometimes my dog decides random things are about to attack us

I kept going but it was pretty slow because it took longer than I thought to shake it off.  So in the end I got my negative split but not intentionally.  Now I have a knot in my leg the size of a baseball and my ego has been put in check!  Thank goodness today's workout is a swim!  I can do this indoors and in daylight and hopefully I won't drown.  Here's to a great triathlon season and hopefully the worst is behind me ;-)

Sometimes we need to eat a little bit of pavement to bring us back to reality!

Torn glove

Happy Training!