Eek! The 31st of July is creeping up on me. The return of official “training” has long been anticipated. With the “plan” I have been failing to thrive; I have been apathetic. I’ve long been craving the return of regimented training. At the same time, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of panic hit upon realizing that my training schedule will begin in 1 week.

This post is NOT about running; it’s about a not-so-fun incident with our dog Lucky. Lucky wagged his tail eagerly to join us on a short family outing to the coffee shope. He gave me the longing look with those sweet brown eyes. I caved and brought our dog, who instantly whines during rides, and barks immediately upon being left (for any period of time) in the car. We parked in shade, quickly got the coffee, and returned to find that Lucky had some urgent needs that he couldn’t hold back until our return. The task of clean up this mess further delayed a run that was doomed from the start.