Running sucks

Supposedly the more you run the easier it gets. Yeah right! Actually I really don't mind running. While playing basketball for Duquesne, our off season was runing 2 to 5 miles at a time, which means we did about 10 - 15 miles a week. I kinda got addicted to it then, and have been running ever since. I was able to run with a great group of women in Williamsburg. Every Saturday morning we would head out to Colonial Williamsburg or the Colonial Parkway, running anywhere from 3 to 8 miles. I can't say I loved every minute of it, but I enjoyed the sweat and exercise while gabbing with my friends. There are supposed to be about 8 other women doing this triathlon, I can't seem to get any of them to run or bike with me. Sooooo, that means I do it on my own. Today I took the dog out. He's getting better, more in shape and able to run longer with me. However, even in the Burgh we need to get started earlier than we did today. I had to go see the chiropractor early, and didn't get home until 9:30, which means we didn't go run until after 10. Ugh, it was already too hot for Riddick. He was dying by the end of the first mile. So we had to find a water fountain ASAP and get him a drink. The great thing about having a great dane for a running partner, you don't have to carry a bowl, cause he's tall enough to drink right outta the fountain:) So instead of running 2 miles and walking a half, we ran about 1.5 and walked the other half. Not good. But I got my running in, so I guess it was better than not doing anything, which I was totally tempted to do this morning! Tomorrow, it's the bike for 10 miles. I'm hoping my butt can handle it.