I’m not going to lie. Last week was not a good week. My babies (2 youngster weims) broke out of yard (chewed through two fences) 3 times last week, and work just flat out sucked. I wish that I could tell you more about work and my thoughts on it, but considering I would like to keep the job for now, that wouldn’t be a very smart thing to do.
Needless to say, I was ready for the weekend to come when it finally did. Saturday had some mild training– just an hour ride on the trainer followed by a 5 mile run in order to get ready for Sunday.
Sunday, I went on a fabulous 70 mile ride with a friend of mine, Phil, and I was nervous for it because I had never rode 70 miles before nor tried to run after such a long ride. Also, I had hadn’t cycled outside since my injury two weeks prior. Plus, this guy is a GREAT cyclist. He could of easily dropped me on this ride and saved himself an hour of riding. He didn’t though. Phil’s goal for me: Keep us at a 17 mile/hr pace for almost the entire time. Surprisingly, we held this pace and held a conversation at the same time. The incentive of Starbucks 1/2 way through our ride kept me motivated in the beginning.
Yes, I’m a high maintenance latte drinker…
The last 1/2 the ride was going great until we stopped for a potty and a voicemail break about 20 minutes from our cars. My dogs had run away again, and they had been gone for the past two hours. I guess the hubs had them in his truck, and instead of running back in the garage and into our yard like they normally do when they get home, the pups decided to run down the alley and run away AGAIN!! They ignored my husbands calls to come.
Since the hubs and I don’t have kids, the dogs ARE our kids. I was very upset and pretty much on the verge of tears. The hubs told me to finish the planned 7 mile run after the bike and not to worry, but that wasn’t going to happen. Since I didn’t have my garmin on me the entire ride, I had no clue how fast I was going. All I knew was that I needed to get back to the car asap so I could start calling clinics. Phil just held on as I started back out on the trail dodging walkers and other cyclists. Fifteen minutes in, my cell rang. A nice lady had picked up our dogs, and they were playing in her backyard. Oh, thank goodness!! After a call to the hubs with the lady’s info, we were back on for our run.
Phil started teasing me. Evidently when I had found out that my babies were missing, I was going 22-23 miles an hour to get back to the car. Laughing, he said, “Don’t get Nicole mad or she will run you down!” Since I don’t normally ride this fast, I was pretty surprised. I didn’t even realize it. I wonder how I’m going to be with kids if I freak out like that with my dogs!
After the ride, we changed into some running clothes and started our hour out and back. Since I had forgotten my garmin at home that day, my goal was to not take off too fast and try to gauge how fast I was going by feel. It turns out that I took off a little too fast and puttered out by mile 2 oops. haha. Oh well, I made it to the 3.5 mile mark at 30 minutes and turned around to meet Phil. He is a great cyclist, but I’ve got him on the running. I don’t want to feel too full of myself because he also just finished his 2nd Ironman for the year and hadn’t run for about a month. I chatted the whole way back with him, and we sprinted the last 1/8 of a mile. I felt great.
I’ve been really freaking out lately about my Ironman coming up in about a month and a half. However, after that ride and run I’m feeling much better. It really helped in restoring my confidence. And that is also what this next weekend will be about. I’ve only run ONE twenty miler to prepare for the Portland Marathon due to my pelvic injury so it should be be interesting.
In other news, I’m in this month’s Delight Gluten Free Magazine!! I did an interview for them about 6 months ago, and I had completely forgotten about it until Cynthia had tweeted me and told me she saw me in it! I have been looking for the issue ever since!! I’ve never been in a magazine before so I was pretty stoked to find it myself.
The backyard has been escape proofed for now. We dug trenches, and put railroad ties in so they couldn’t dig under the fence. And the hubs built a new stronger fence to put up against the neighbor’s. We shall see how long it lasts!! LIttle poops!!
Have you ever had a pet run away?? How did you handle it? Any tips for “escape proofing” our backyard??