Dog Days

I've been both a running and a writing slacker. It's just been one of those weeks. And a little too soon for me to invoke the "pre-race taper" clause, as it's still two weeks until Alaska.

I started to feel guilty yesterday, so headed out around 11am for a short run with Zoe, my loaner puppy, and the cutest border collie in the world (picture at right in a much more relaxed state!). We did a short two miler through Brookwood, including one of my least favorite hills in Atlanta--Brighton Road--which I don't think Zoe was too fond of either. It was fun outing for both of us, and Zoe crashed for the day.

This morning was another eight miler, and yet another hot, humid day. But the time passed quickly. The team ran together for the first three miles, and then I ran with Lindsey, who is Kate's teacher. That shows you just how much Kate has touched people's lives. And given that I lost my grandmother last week, at the ripe old age of 91, I wish for Kate and all those like her long, happy and healthy lives and will keep lacing up my running shoes until we find a cure.