Going to the dogs

I ran the PAWS Run for their Lives 8k Sunday. The race kicked my tail! Lots of doggies and their owners were out for the 4k walk too ('Tini, let's do it next year.) It was a beautiful day, but I was feeling a little under the weather. I had sinus congestion and body aches, but otherwise feeling pretty good and ready to run.

The first two miles were just fine and dandy. In fact, a fellow runner thanked me for being a good pacer for her, your welcome, I wasn't even trying. Like I said, all was fine and dandy and good until about 2.5 miles, and then, huh?, what's that feeling? I felt a little bit of a pull on the outside of my right knee. I wasn't in any pain, but I was aware of the sensation. I felt fine to continue to run, except going downhill. Owww, okay right knee, you've got my attention. And what was it with the course? Is it me, or did we run loops? No? Just me? Oh.

The runner I was pacing left me in her dust after mile 3, good for her. I just wanted to finish, and please, no more downhills. I kept plugging along, enjoying the path and the sound of my feet carrying me through to the end. The more I do this the more I find comfort in quiet footsteps and heavy breathing. Only two more miles left, "I can do this, twenty more minutes, I can do this." I finished strong and had a good time time doing it. Afterwards I enjoyed a much deserved hot dog and other goodies. Results will be posted tomorrow, I can't wait, I have no idea how I did.

By the way, good news; crossing your fingers does work. I received a phone call today from Luna Negra; I got tickets and I am on the guest list for their performance Thursday, yaaaay!

Okay, one very last thing: I did PR on Saturday's 5k. My time - 25:00!!!

Sunday's stats: 8k; 49:29 unofficial