There was a lot of activity out there during Sunday's long run. I engaged (3) situations concerning off-leash dogs, none scary but all unnecessary. In one, a man was yelling at another because the other guy's off-leash dog was being aggressive with his on-leash dog. I managed to run past without being noticed. If only people would follow the law and leash their dogs, but it is never going to happen.I encountered a semi-hostile homeless man on a bike path. I always give homeless people a wide birth, but I disturbed him, and he woke up agitated. I knew that there was no way he could catch me, but I made mental note to stay alert on the way home. He was still there on my way home, but he seemed very much asleep.
At one point, I had a race with a small child. She might have been 4 or 5. She was running up the bike path trying to get her mother and grandmother to chase her, but they weren't interested. As I ran past, I asked the Mom if she wouldn't mind if raced the little girl. She was all for it, so as I approached her I asked her if she wanted to race. The gal got a huge smile on her face. Said "yes," and took off. We ran about 50 meters. I didn't want her to get too far away from her Mom, so I made her stop. She laughed the entire way. Just thinking about how delighted she was fueled me for 5 or 6 miles.
It was a great run for about ten miles. I felt good at the ten mile mark, but I was just ready to be done. In general, 10 miles is where I lose interest. Anything past 10 is just for training.
I did a tabata at 13 to keep myself motivated. I had about 1.5 miles uphill to get home. I figured that I was going to be miserable no matter what, so I might as well get it over with. I thought that I was running so fast during the tabata, but only about two of them were actually fast.
I have a 5 mile recovery run on the schedule today. It hasn't happened yet, but I'll get it done.
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