One Foot & Then the Other

Here in Bend, we love winter. Skiing, snowshoeing, dog sledding, even fat tire biking are popular snow sports in Bend. We haven’t had snow since December and last night, things changed. 

We woke up to a fresh blanket of the fluffy white stuff. Just in time for my 17-mile run on Phil’s Trails. 



It didn’t take long for us to realize how unfriendly the conditions were to runners. It wasn’t the temperature, which was biting but manageable. It wasn’t really the snow. I’ve run in worse. It wasn’t the elevation, and it wasn’t the climb. It certainly wasn’t my fitness level and it most definitely wasn’t my attitude or my mental preparedness. 

It was, however, the combination of fresh snow over a rugged, hilly ascent on the Phil’s Trails, climbing to almost 5,000 feet in elevation. I was mentally prepared to tough it out till the end of the route, not willing to skip a single mile of the 17-mile loop. But I was struggling. Every step was uncertain. Every hill was a reminder that sometimes, the mountains win. I just put my head down (so to speak; it was actually gorgeous outside and I took it all in) and ran. One foot in front of the other. 



I felt like I had been running for a lifetime when I first looked at my Strava app for some feedback. That’s why it was so shocking to learn I had only traveled less than 3 miles. 

Head back down, one foot and then the other. Just keep going. 

Never ever ever ever give up. ~ Winston Churchill 

I just kept going. 



Eventually I turned on Audible and listened to Cheryl Strayed’s Wild and focused on her struggles and her ability to barrel through it all, and took the focus off my own. 

I think that’s why, when I checked Strava again, I was shocked to learn that it had taken me 1 hour, 5 minutes to travel 4 miles. I was frustrated. I was alone. It would take me for. ev. er. to finish 17 miles at this pace. Frankly, I didn’t think I had enough food with me to sustain a workout of that duration. I couldn’t do the math then, but it would have taken me longer than my slowest marathon time to finish 17 miles. And that would be detrimental, not helpful, to my training plan. 



I posted a frustrated message on Twitter and of course it was having issues connecting, so I just kept going. FYI, the photo was taken before the moment of realization that the conditions were not perfect for running long distance. Hence the smile. 





My friends Lexi and Kari turned around early and stopped me in my ridiculously slow tracks. Kari spoke with wisdom and leadership and all but made me pinky promise to forgo the long loop and turn around at the next logging road to make it a 10-mile run. The conditions were not good and I didn’t have anyone with me and I wasn’t fully prepared. 

She was right. 

I did what she said and ran to the logging road and then turned around to head back. 



The way back was somehow worse. It was not nearly as hilly (it was downhill) but in my mind, 5 miles had become so traversable that I couldn’t imagine 5 downhill miles ever being so slow. But they were. 

I grew increasingly tired and hungry, and my sore calf started to morph into an actual sore calf. The pain in my left middle toe was back. And my calf felt worse. 

I was doing everything I could to not let my mind travel down a path of negativity. 

Eventually I caught up to Peggy and Tracy, who had been running behind me the whole way. I was in so much pain when I reached them that I couldn’t bear to stop, so I checked in verbally as I blasted past. Right. Blasted as in how an ant passes a snail. 

My mind was set on a cheeseburger. 

Eventually, I made it to the end. That’s what happens when you put one foot in front of the other. You finish. 



The good news is that every inch of my skin was intact at the end. In case you missed it, read my review of Chafe X Skin Cream and pick up your very own FREE tube today by using the code “trikatykid”. 

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Never give up, but know that sometimes it’s ok to give in a little. I’m glad I didn’t give up and I am more glad that I did eventually give in to the message Mother Nature was trying to tell me. 

Next week, I am cutting my mileage considerably. No more than 10 miles total for the week. It’s a rule. I need my calves to feel 100%. All these hills and fast runs are not giving my body a chance to recover. So I’m giving in before I’m pulled out forever. My running career means more to me than one week’s mileage. 

Prepping for a Long Run

Back in my youth, I used to wake up and run whatever coach had planned for us. I didn’t know the route, or what pace I would get sucked into by my teammates. I never had music with me, and I relied heavily on the analog clock hanging in the Athletic Training room at Lyndon State College to determine my time, and eventually my pace. Did I even care about my pace? I don’t remember.

When I was in college, staying hydrated during long runs was not an issue. Mainly because I stayed hydrated all day, every day. Our long runs never extended longer than 11 miles, but 11 miles was long considering we raced only 5k cross country races.

Now that I’m old and somewhat on my own, my long runs take considerably more mental and physical preparation. My long runs have been in the double digits for the past two months, and will continue to climb for the next one and a half months, before I taper in prep for the Bend Marathon. Last week, distracted by life events, I didn’t do much to prepare for the 15-mile run. I was dehydrated. Beyond dehydration, I hadn’t been eating very well, and my electrolytes were all but depleted. When my 15-mile run turned into a 15.7-mile run, ending with relatively severe stomach discomfort and an inability to eat or drink for the following 36 hours, I realized this could not happen again. My long runs require some preparation.

In the first two steps of last night’s run, I realized my calves were all but pissed off at me. I am not injured, but if I am not careful, this discomfort in my lower legs could easily morph into a debilitating, sidelining injury. I am about halfway through my training program for Bend Marathon, and I am not willing to take a step down if the reason behind it is my own stubbornness, or lack of care for the little things.

Why are my calves having such life problems? Well, I have been participating in the Tuesday Performance Group workouts, working on my speed with people who are much, much faster than me. I enjoy the challenge and I can tell I am getting faster. My fitness has changed markably since the introduction of both TPG workouts and long runs. I just need to be careful, and give my body a chance to catch up.

I run with my calves. Some people don’t, but I was trained at an early age to push off with my toes at the end of every foot strike. This engages the calf muscle. Because my volume and intensity have both increased, my calf muscles are taking the brunt of it. Simultaneously, my New Balance 880s have reached the end of their life, at a rate faster than I could anticipate.

On Wednesday, I was able to purchase new running shoes, and I know that will make a big difference in my recovery. Meanwhile, my calves are a tad pissed off. I ran considerably slower last night, and when I realized how tense I was trying to avoid painful push-offs, I cut the run short and then took the shortest route back to the shop.

ICE. I believe in ice. Thankfully, Scott had an ice pack in the freezer, and I wrapped it around my calves, one at a time during our social hour(s) that extended into dinner at the Lot on the westside of Bend. I could feel the effects of the ice almost immediately.

IBUPROFEN. I don’t push pills, but there is a time and a place for anti-inflammatories. I have previously written about knowing the difference between pain and discomfort, and knowing when to push through, and when to step back. Last night, I was in pain. It was a kind of pain that required my full attention. Slowing from a 9:20 pace to a 12:00 pace was the attention it got. Cutting my run from 4.5 to 3 miles, immediately icing and taking ibuprofen, was the immediate attention it got.

I am scheduled to run 17 miles tomorrow, and the route is 100% trail with a 2,000 foot climb to the halfway point, reaching a max elevation of over 5,000 feet. It’s going to be brutal.

This week, I am hydrated. I have a more appropriate electrolyte mix ready for my water bottles than I had last week. Skratch Labs Exercise Electrolyte mix. Last week, I only had their Daily Electrolyte mix, and it obviously wasn’t enough. I have my Honey Stinger energy bites ready to go. I have eaten some saltier foods than normal today.

Tonight, I plan to do some yoga to help stretch out areas that have tightened up a bit. It won’t be a hard yoga workout, but a chance to catch my breath, meditate a bit, and feel my body in ways I have been ignoring. I plan to drink, drink, drink tonight so that perhaps my sleep is disrupted by a few trips to the bathroom in the middle of the night.

To prevent the skin chafing issues I have become known for, I will be liberally applying my newly discovered Chafe-X Skin Cream to every single area on my body where clothing touches. Last week was the first time I had used Chafe-X and I was blown away by how well it worked. Except that I didn’t apply it exactly everywhere I ended up needing it. Would you believe me if I told you I have a scab in an area that earned some considerable chafing last weekend? I do, and it is not comfortable. This needs to stop. I have never really had an issue with chafing as much as I have this year. While I don’t mind talking about it, I’d like to make it clear that this is not “chub rub”. My skin is falling off my body thanks to the seams in my highly technical running attire. Tri Glide wasn’t working. Bag Balm was working, but it’s messy and slippery and frankly, not what it’s intended for.

So last week, when I got to discover Chafe-X Skin Cream and learn how it’s different from lubricating skin “treatments” like Body Glide or Tri Glide or Vaseline (or Bag Balm), and find out for myself how perfectly it works, I don’t think I will ever run longer than 6 miles without it. It works so well, I want you to try it, and I’m offering you a free tube. Just click the image below and pay $4.88 shipping & handling. And then please report back and let me know what you think. This is now part of my long run preparation. I prefer my skin to remain closed.

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Tonight I think I’ll have some spaghetti for dinner. Good old-fashioned pasta with sauce. I want to feel fueled for tomorrow’s run. The one thing that irritates me more than losing my skin during a run, is running on empty and bonking. 17 miles is a long way.. I’m excited, and hungry.

Most of all, I plan to get in a good snuggle session with my most loved one and hit the hay early. I will probably pop in a mindless (non-tear-jerking) movie because I don’t think I really have all that much sodium to spare. Andi likes movies that include dogs, so I’ll have to look for one.

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And when I show up at Fleet Feet by 7:45 AM, I will be ready to go.

What do you do to prep for a long run? Do you have certain clothes you avoid? Foods you must eat, or can’t eat? How about fluids? What’s your favorite electrolyte drink? I want to know all your ins and outs of marathon training and particularly the long-run preparation.

Don’t forget to click the image and “buy” your first tube of Chafe-X — a $12.99 value, completely FREE! Just pay shipping and handling. I’m telling you, this stuff really works. If it didn’t, I wouldn’t be so excited about it. And if it didn’t work, I would not even be talking about it. Because.. as you know, I really like my skin, and I like yours too.

I will report back tomorrow and I have a feeling I’m going to have an awesome story to share. 17 miles on the Phil’s Trails in Bend, Oregon. Does it get any better than this?

Holy Macaroni! I am SO excited for the Bend Marathon. My first marathon in 6 years! And the first one that I feel organized about.

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Oh wait, one more thing. While I have you here.

Remember that I am racing this year to raise money for the National Kidney Foundation. Every run that I do is in prep for something bigger than myself, and every week that goes by, my fitness builds and I am closer to my fitness goals. I got a nice fat donation last night from a running friend of mine, but other than that, I haven’t seen many donations come in for the past month. Please consider donating this week. All donations are tax-deductible and serve a really amazing cause. 26 million adults are affected by kidney disease in the US alone. (Not to mention, my dearly loved Dad). Your donation, no matter how big or small, goes a long, long way. Please help me reach my goal of $5,000 by October 15th. Click the plate below to visit my Crowdrise page. If you don’t like me, that’s OK. Donate to one of my teammates instead. There are 5 of us all racing for the same cause!

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And finally, thank you to my team sponsor, Skratch Labs. You’re keeping me moving, friends.

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Dog Aggression, Stress, Electrolytes & Running Shoes

Dogs become aggressive when their pack leader is not displaying consistent leadership skills. I learned this from Caesar Milan, the dog whisperer guru whatchamacallit. I wanted to figure out why Andi had suddenly become very aggressive at the dog park, and when I read this, i reflected on my life in the past week or so and realized how clear it was that Andi’s aggression was in response to her own pack leader’s mounting stress.

And so I took a deep breath and I decided it needed to stop. It was time to restore order. I got home and first ignored her because she was (and always is) off the wall with excitement to see me. She wants to play ball and when there’s a ball, I fail to exist. Eventually I called her once and waited. She came right to me. She even let me touch her face and praise her, the way Caesar Milan told me to. After that I offered her a treat and even though she was already starting to sit down, I told her to sit and then praised her when she made connection with the floor.

I love my dog and she knows it but clearly she was sensing my stress and my frustration and she picked up on the fact that I was losing my edge. I’m glad we’re working on it and I’m glad to see us coming back together.

My electrolytes were off on Saturday. I didn’t notice because I didn’t have a headache and I felt good during my run. But when I drank, my belly would fill up and reach an uncomfortable level of bloating within a minute. It kept doing that until I finally decided to stop drinking.

I had such a stressful week and it all came to a head. But the stress is behind me now. I’m off to a brand new week. I’m still balancing my electrolytes but my main stressor has been taken care of. And over the weekend, I picked up a one-time writing gig and earned $100, which I plan to put toward a new pair of running shoes. Imagine that, I’ve already put 260 miles on my newest running shoes!

Now I need to decide what to buy! I’m considering Hoka Clifton, Brooks Ghost, Mizuno Wave Rider and perhaps sticking to the New Balance 880. I think I wrote this in order of my consideration.

I realize pro runners are sponsored by running shoe companies, but man.. Some of them run 120 miles a week! So they go through two pair of shoes every month?!

I don’t know how they do it. But my mind is stuck in survival mode. They must eat a LOT too. Run, eat, and change their shoes. I’m convinced it’s all they have time for.

Anyway – it’s going to be a great week!

When I Go Out to Run

When I go out to run, I have purpose. I don’t mean the kind of purpose that states I want to get faster, or stronger, or build better stamina or endurance. I mean, yes, all of those things. Each run has a specific purpose. I am trying to become a better runner. But this year, I am running for a much bigger purpose than all of that. I run for the National Kidney Foundation. I run for my dad. I run to make a difference. I run to set an example. I am out to raise money for the leading organization that raises awareness of kidney disease, educates on prevention of kidney disease, facilitates in kidney donations, and bridges the gap between the scary illness that is chronic kidney disease and a healthy, fulfilling life.

My first goal is to finish the Bend Marathon on April 26, 2015. I know I can finish a marathon because I’ve done it before. In fact, I completed my first marathon on fewer long-run training miles than what I did this past weekend. So I am confident that I will be able to finish on April 26th. I’m past that.

Anyone who knows me knows that I don’t do things just to do them. I like to do things to the absolute best of my ability, and to finish strong. My goal for the Bend Marathon is still relatively unclear right now. In the back of my mind, I’d like to break 4 hours, but realistically, it’s my first marathon in 6 years, my first marathon at elevation, and this course is not expected to be fast. It’s expected to be challenging. It’s expected to be beautiful. There is a chance that the emotions of what I am doing this year will get to me, and I might cry the entire 26.2 miles. I don’t know.

Have I ever cried at a race before? Yes. Resounding yes. I cried as I approached the finish line in Kenosha, Wisconsin, at the NAIA National Cross Country Championships in 1999. The tears flowed as I walked up the finisher’s chute, arms outstretched to keep runners behind me, behind me. It was an overwhelming feeling to be there, competing at the National level, as a freshman in college. Something I had never dreamed of. I cried as I finished the Disney Marathon. I was just one of more than 22,000 marathoners crossing that finish line that day. There wasn’t a familiar face in sight, unless you count Mickey Mouse. I don’t know why I cried that day, but I remember crying. I will try not to cry during the Bend Marathon. It is difficult to stay hydrated when your salty tears are pouring out your eyes.

I plan to cross the finish line of the Bend Marathon wearing the names of people affected by kidney disease, whose family members donated in their honor or in their memory to my cause. I am Racing for Beans in 2015, and my plan is to run the 26.2 mile course displaying names of those I am running for.

Every run that I do right now is in preparation for the Bend Marathon, and eventually (two months later), the Pacific Crest Half Ironman – with similar intentions of carrying names across the finish line. My runs right now are not always easy. They take planning, long-term prep and careful consideration. Things happen that are out of my control, but I trudge on anyway. It’s all part of the journey. No one said it would be easy, and if “easy” was a promise, I probably wouldn’t be interested. I’ve never been attracted to the easy way anyway.

I’m asking you today to consider donating to my cause. Kidney disease affects more than 26 million adults in the US alone. Chances are, you know someone that is on dialysis, or you know of someone who has lost a battle to end stage kidney failure. Do you know someone who donated a kidney? I want to know who these people are. I want to know their stories. I want to carry their names across the finish line. And when someone asks me about them, I want to share their story. These are the people who have given me purpose this year. The biggest name across my back? Chester Murray, my dad. He is my biggest inspiration.

I am grateful beyond words to have the health I need to do what I do. And I am working very hard to maintain that health, to be in it for the long haul. To run hard and run fast, and run long. I want to get where I am going because this year, I have more purpose than I have ever had in all my running endeavors combined.

So I am asking you to donate to my cause.

  • Donate for yourself (the donations are tax-deductible).
  • Donate for a loved one (share the name of that person (and a story, if you wish) and I will carry it with me)
  • Donate for my dad, my loved one. Know that your donation means a lot to both of us. It’s giving him a reason to fight.
  • Donate for me and know that every time I get a donation, I am reminded that what I set out to do this year is noble, and it is working. And my purpose matters more than I do.
  • Donate for the National Kidney Foundation and know that your dollars go a long way to help more than 26 million adults.

If you can’t afford to donate, will you please pass this message on to someone who might be able to? Together we make a major difference.

To donate, please click the license plate below. It will bring you directly to my CrowdRise fundraising page.

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Not your average American.

It’s easy to get caught up in blanketed advice. This advice circulates around social media and hovers around the water cooler at work.

Reduce sodium, lower carbs, avoid fat, eliminate, eliminate, eliminate.

I had a pretty stressful week and went into survival mode pretty quickly. I wasn’t eating very well and I was dehydrated all week. I would try to catch up with my hydration and electrolytes but could never seem to gain my footing.

Yesterday I was due to run 15 miles, and ready or not, I showed up before 8 to get it done.

I had with me my hydration belt filled with Skratch Labs, but it was the daily electrolyte mix, and not the mix intended for endurance exercise. I had honey stingers with me and sliced apple, but my stomach had been upset the two days previous and something told me that I might have problems. But away I went.

I felt fine. The sun was hidden by clouds for once so I didn’t have blaring heat on my head at any point in the run. The weather was perfect for running, actually. It started around 22F in the early morning and by the time I finished the 15.7 miles, it was around 35F.

In the last few miles I kept getting the sensation of being suddenly and overwhelmingly full. It was uncomfortable to say the least, but not so bad I had to stop. Any time I drank, my belly would bloat out within 2 minutes. Eventually I stopped drinking because I was sick of it.

When I got back to the store, my body wanted to throw up, faint, implode, and melt all at the same time. Scott told me to take in some salt, and I would be fine. But when I got home, my stomach was so off I couldn’t think of ingesting anything. And so I showered and fell apart in my bed.

Eventually I cooked an amazing brunch, and my body was able to take in half of it. Maybe 2/3.

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I was between death and near death for a few hours. My stomach was not happy with me at all.

It took about 24 hours to feel stark-ravingly hungry, and I drove myself (driving hangry is not a good idea) to Whole Foods and bought a beef patty and a box of organic Mac and cheese.

Eating. It’s not easy. When you feel as bad as I felt, eating is an absolute chore. Two bites in, bloating and fullness beyond belief.

It took a while, but I got half the burger down and most of the Mac and cheese. And my stomach felt full and sick for hours afterward. I knew I needed to eat because I burned 2200 calories during my run, which is on top of my normal 2000 calorie diet. And all I ate was a bagel with cream cheese (pre-run), an egg, a few pieces of sweet potato and a quarter of a chicken sausage, plus the honey stinger and apple I ate on the run. I needed food. But I just couldn’t get it in my body comfortably.

Someone else on Twitter mentioned being dehydrated and low on sodium. Right and right. I just never knew that dehydration and low sodium would make my body feel so awful.

Lesson learned. This week I will focus on drinking lots of water and water with electrolytes. I won’t avoid salty foods this week. In fact, I’m going for it this week. I have a 16-mile run this weekend, which may turn into a 17 mile run. I do not want to be in the same boat as I was yesterday.

Has this ever happened to you?

Chafe-X Skin Cream to the Rescue

This is an unpaid, honest review of Chafe-X Skin Cream. I get nothing in exchange for this review. (I believe what I’m about to write needs such a strong disclaimer because my review is so positive).

I started this blog more than three years ago. My focus may have changed over the years, but one thing that remains true is that my blog is based on honesty and on my own personal journey as a triathlete and runner.

Truth is, Chafe-X Skin Cream reached out to me a couple weeks ago and asked me to try their product and review it. That’s the truth. I had been having serious issues with chafing and some minor issues with blisters. Typically, my Injinji socks took care of the blister issue, but I couldn’t seem to stay ahead of the chafing.

I was excited to get my first tube of Chafe-X because I had been grasping at straws and was having no success. I needed a product that worked. This company found me on Twitter, and was so confident that their new product would work, they sent me two tubes for free, to try and review.

Today was the first day I had the chance to try it! Our long run was scheduled for 15 miles, and I have had issues with chafing (under my bra line, my underwear line, my waistline, etc) on any run longer than 10 miles (roughly). So this morning I followed the simple instructions and applied the cream onto my skin where I thought there would be issues. I even applied under my Injini socks for good measure. I feel the need to say that I no longer run in underwear, and that has eliminated that issue. But, waistline, bra line, back.. still major issues.

15.7 miles later, here is my review:

Overall: A+
Scent: A+
Ease of application: A-
Effectiveness: A+
Post-Application “Feel”: A+

Would I recommend this to other runners? Absolutely!

The product simply worked. It smells very mildly, but pleasant. I have a super sensitive sense of smell so others might not be able to smell anything. But I liked it quite a bit. I struggled to apply it to my back (where I have been getting most of my chafing issues from the back of my bra), but I was obviously successful enough because my back was fine today.

Did it work? Like a charm(ed second set of skin!) it worked incredibly well.

How do I know this? Or maybe today wasn’t one of those chafing days..

I know this because in a couple areas where I didn’t expect chafing and therefore didn’t apply the cream, I had my typical welted chafe marks. The rest of my body — my back, my waist, my bra line, my toes — completely blister and chafe-free!

The following pictures show my toes post-run. You need to know that the blisters pictured were from my run a week ago. One opened and peeled, the other remained. In my 8-mile run last week, the entire bottom of my left pinky toe was a blister. Today — nothing new!

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This is one product I can stand behind! Highly recommended.

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For a limited time, you can order your first tube of Chafe-X for FREE (only pay $4.88 for shipping & handling). Click the image below, and the discount will be taken automatically. If, by chance it doesn’t just use promo code “trikatykid”. TRUST me, if you’re a runner, you won’t want to miss this awesome FREE trial.

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Tether Ball

Last night I showed up to my group run in a self-proclaimed sour, rotten, good-for-nothing mood. I had venom coming out of my pores.

I didn’t feel like running, but tonight it wasn’t because I had sore calves. I was carrying the weight of a lot of stress and it was dragging me down into the depths of hell. I brought Andi, but not because I was excited to run with her. It was because I felt overwhelmed by all my life duties, and I didn’t have the energy or time to walk or run her on top of my already overloaded schedule.

Despite not wanting to, and almost giving up completely and going home, we ran. And we ran pretty fast. It was probably one of my more consistently fast runs this running season. 9:20 pace, 9:42 pace, 9:40 pace..

And then Andi ran on the wrong side of the lamppost and her leash tether balled her around it. Literally wrapping around it 3 times. In my frustration, I yelled at her, but she is a frail little submissive puppy dog and I am feeling pretty bad for doing that. She was traumatized.

For the rest of the run she cowered any time a tree or lamp approached us. She ran as far away from me as she could and for the first time ever, she ran behind me instead of in front of me. When given the opportunity, she laid down in the grass. Frustration mounting, I kept pushing her to finish the run. And she kept going.

Until we reached an intersection at the end of Galvaston, at which she laid in the grass with all her might. Traffic stopped so we could go but I eventually had to wave them on because she was simply done.

I picked her up and carried her the final 0.3 miles to Fleet Feet. My dog is small and we are working on her gaining weight, but 23.4 pounds is still heavy to carry that far. But she was happy to have the lift home.

I put her in my car so I could go back in the store and do roller yoga. She is normally full of smiles and dog joy, but not tonight. Worried about her, I rolled her over to look at her belly to make sure her harness hadn’t damaged her skin. Nothing looked out of ordinary, but she was very passive and looked more tired than I had ever seen.

My heart saddened. I felt so sad for taking my frustration and stress out on the one living creature who shows me joy and love no matter what. She did not deserve that.

Last night we snuggled like we had never snuggled before, and like it was our last night together. Our love is mutual, and as she laid there in my arms, licking the salt off my hand, the frustration and stress melted into love and more love.

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Running does have a way of snapping you out of a bad mood. But last night was a good reminder that I really cannot overlap my much-needed running time with my dog’s need for a fun run. It’s not fair for either of us, and certainly not healthy for her.

I’m working on getting life organized. Tying up loose ends. Finding a way to make ends meet. Keeping up with the chores that come with living the life I live. Single puppy mommy, working full-time, training for a marathon and 1/2 ironman triathlon. It’s a lot. But it’s time to buck up. I need to make this work.

In other news, Andi’s food has increased by a half cup of kibble plus 2 eggs a day. She is bound to gain weight! No more carrying her through the tail end of our runs. She is going to be a hearty little border collie soon.

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Have I ever mentioned how much I love my dog? I think she hears “I love you” more than she hears “come” or “sit” and definitely more than she hears “bad dog” or “stay”. I love her so much my heart may burst. And that is partly why I was so stressed last night. So I need to figure out how to balance this love issue..