Meet Beep. She’s the reason I haven’t been super active on social media for the past few days. She’s my new baby girl.
She’s a rat terrier chihuahua mix (I think – she might be min pin). Beep has had a rough life but she has found her furever home with me!
My friend Carrie found Beep. Her owners took off her collar and encouraged her to run away last Friday. Carrie got her Sunday night. She had her microchip scanned and found the owners. They were disappointed that someone brought the dog back and signed her over to Carrie. She had been wandering around in the heat without food or water for 2.5 days. She was rescued from a puppy mill in Dane County last year. Her owners adopted her, but they neglected her over the past year. She needs a lot of love and training but I know we will make her life so awesome now.
Carrie has been calling her Beep and I think that name is hilarious so she’s keeping the name 
I’m really enjoying watching Beep’s personality emerge. She cracks me up every day. It’s hilarious to watch her realize what you do with a dog treat… or that it’s ok to play with toys.
If you’re interested in following Beep’s adventures, you can follow her on Twitter (like you didn’t think MY dog would be on Twitter): twitter.com/beepthedog.
Sunday’s 8 miles was felt so much better than last week. That’s partly because of the heat, but also because I rock. (Let’s be honest here). I was more into this mentally than I was last week. I had myself freaked out. This week, I kept a fairly consistent pace and was able to do a little running at the beginning, the middle and the end. In fact, I was so determined to do a sub 2:20 today that I ran the last quarter mile.
Around mile 1.5, Marge caught up to me so we stuck together for the remainder of the training run/walk. I think it helped us both keep moving knowing that we couldn’t slow down too much because of the other. We did a couple li’l running intervals by the Art Museum. After the turnaround, we were both very pumped to realize we were leading the pack of walkers! So we were determined to keep that going and kept the pace going for the last 4 miles.
I realized that around mile 4-5, I’m definitely hurting, but once I push through that… by mile 6 or so it sort of goes numb and it isn’t until I stop moving that my legs hurt again. I’m sure that as I do more and more of these long distances, that my body will adjust and I will hit that pain max at a later mile. It is really funny though that by mile 6 it didn’t matter anymore. It was totally mental by that point.
Somehow I ended up with 8.1 so whatever, I’ll take it. Oh, and I crushed last week’s time for the 8 miles by more than 5 min!!! Sha-weeeet!
SPLITS: 16:33, 16:55, 17:35, 17:47, 17:37, 18:26, 18:06, 16:56
PS Can anyone tell me what the difference between Ave Pace and Ave Moving Pace on the Garmin means?
My first full workout with John on Tuesday went really well. We did a bunch of circuits targeting my legs, arms, core, balance, coordination and cardio. By the end I struggled with some of the circuits but overall it was pretty good. There is no way in hell I could have done this five or six months ago. It’s amazing just how good it felt to have a good butt-kicking!
I told John that I want to do the Lakefront Marathon in 2011 and his face lit up. He was like a kid in a candy store. I kid you not, he was close to SQUEEEE-ing. He is so excited to help me train and kick some butt.
Sidenote: When he was stretching me out after the workout (legs mostly), I told him that despite my outward appearance, my legs were pretty flexible. When he started stretching out my hamstring he was amazed at my range of motion. I told him, “I told you I was good at yoga/pilates.” The best part was when he was stretching out my quads. I was face down on the floor and he was bending my feed up towards my butt. He said to tell him when it didn’t want to go further. Well, my heel got to my ass and I said “That’s good.” His response: “Holy sh!t you’re flexible.” This made me giggle. A lot.
Another thing John said today has stuck with me the rest of the night. He told me he sometimes wishes he would be in the situation I am in. He said he’s been fortunate to always have “this body.” The only real work he’s had to do is to bulk up and get bigger with muscles. He said he sometimes takes it for granted and he thinks I’m lucky because I am getting so much more out of my journey than people like him will. He said that he loves watching the transformation and how peoples’ lives change. And it’s true. Over the past 5-6 months, my whole outlook on life has changed. I’m more energetic, I’m more positive and hell, I can do 8 miles.
Warrior Dash 2011
