Our weekend was full of snow and ice, and therefore, no runs. Our yard was covered in ice the entire time, so I couldn't even send the dog and daughter outside to play. 48 hours of the 3 of us trapped in the house...it's a miracle we all survived. School was canceled today but the roads were clear, so the three of us were able to head out for a run. I don't know if I'm just that out of shape or if Laura is really getting heavier, but pushing her in the jogging stroller is just murder these days.
There were actually a lot of people out walking their dogs so Moxie was pulling a lot. One of our old "friends", a yippy white dog named Max came tearing out of his front yard to try to bite Moxie again. No wonder Moxie likes big dogs so much-it seems like the tiny ones are always after her! The same teenage/20 something kid from last time chased the dog down (all while keeping his cigarette in his mouth) and did apologize. I really wasn't feeling very sympathetic and yelled that his dog was vicious, which in retrospect was probably the wrong thing to say. It's true, the dog is vicious, but that probably only made the kid laugh. I should have said something about calling animal control if his dog tries to bite mine again, but I was too winded to think properly.
Anyway, we made it home, despite being chased later in the run by a miniature pincher. I was happy to even have done a mile, so doing 1.26 in just 12:32 felt like quite a victory. A 9:55 pace with the stroller is pretty good indeed. And at the end of the walk, we saw our doggie friend Chloe (a boxer/pit bull mix) who is such a sweet dog. She and Moxie greeted each other and I got to talk to a grown up for a few minutes. Sweet relief, indeed.
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