unfortunately, my younger dog knows exactly what it means when i'm wearing running shoes, so to be able to get out with minimal fuss, we've designed a ruse: i hide my running clothes in a bag, go to the garage, get changed there, go for my run. it seems to work. today was my first run in more than a month, and with a couple of runs coming up in september, i need to get back at it. so, 40 minutes or so in the high 20s heat, at a good pace, no stopping. it's a start.
i need to get back into a rhythm. i feel slow, i am slow. part of it's the broken routine, but part of it's also that i'm 20-25 lbs heavier than when i was running in my 20s. running feels different at 175 than it does at 150. and while in some ways i feel like i'm in better shape than i was then (i'm a lot stronger), my cardio's gone to hell, and the only one to blame there is me. time to get moving.