I am so screwed.

I started the year off limping along with a sinus infection, then was totally wiped out for a week with the flu. Right on the heels of the flu, a super intense work situation happened that sucked up most of my work days last week, a Friday night and a full Saturday.

And now?

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I live in an area that doesn’t manage this sort of thing quickly, so there’s no chance I’ll be out running anytime in the very near future. I’m not sure that snow shovels are even sold around here – or that it would occur to anyone to shovel their sidewalks. I COULD walk to my gym and run on a treadmill, but I hate it. HATE IT.

(Upside? SNOW DAY! Looking forward to catching up on my life.)

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I ran 5 miles 2 weeks ago (on a Sunday) with Molly. Her first 5M distance and my first attempt since the flu. I ran 5 miles with her again this past Sunday, too. That’s all I’ve done throughout the past couple of weeks, though – I think – other than some strength training and a Body Flow class.

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Molly is a fantastic running partner. We bought a Gentle Leader to prevent pulling and it’s been a great. She trots along beside me with no problem whatsoever. She didn’t like the Gentle Leader at first, of course, but doesn’t care now. She jumps around and gets excited when she sees us get it out since she knows it means we’re going somewhere.

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The runs wear her out, which is much needed. I wouldn’t say she’s overly hyper or has the energy of a lab, etc. – but she’s definitely a puppy.

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She is completely fine with other people or dogs – even dogs that lunge/snarl at her – but she’s afraid of bikes, which is a problem on the greenway. She leans into me or tries to get between my legs and/or as close as she can when one rides by, which throws me off balance. It’s getting better with more exposure. Traffic noises are mostly ok now, but trains are a different story. I stopped right at the edge of tracks on Sunday as a train went by and she flipped out trying to get away. By the end of the run, though, we heard another one coming and she just looked around in curiosity. I think her size and having had a dog around for so long (who doesn’t react to a lot) both tend to help me forget that she’s still a baby and hasn’t been exposed to much.

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Anyway. She came around at the perfect time. I’m slow enough that training her to run with me doesn’t cause any heartache. I’m on the hunt for a lightweight backpack for her, though, for her water and poop bags. I’ve been looking at the waist leashes I see some runners wear, too, but I’m hesitant about them for some reason – one being I feel like I wouldn’t have as much control of her, just in case.

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I have no idea how my upcoming half will shake out since January has been mostly … awful? I’m not too worried about it. I’ll eventually get back on track.

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