Tuesday: 5 miles; 48:59 minutes
My run last night was glorious. Glorious! It was chilly out and I got to wear shorts and a long-sleeved shirt. My favorite running combo!
I was, however, barked at upon my return. Scout wasn’t very happy that I didn’t take him running with me; he’s been mad at me for a couple of days about this issue. Yesterday he retaliated by running around with a box of Ziploc bags and then opening his food container so he could stick his head in and eat at will. He also got me up at 4 am pretending to have to go the bathroom while he really just wanted to run around in the back yard.
This morning he ate a chopstick.
You see, Scout had big boy dog surgery last week and can’t exercise for another week. It’s going to be a long one…