Ain't Nothing But a Hound Dog

(sorry Elvis)

Normally I run on the YMCA's treadmill at night; so, with the indoor lights behind me and the darkness outside, I see my own reflection in the window ahead of me. Today I ran mid-afternoon and watch the world pass by, just like my dog would do.

I felt like my dog, just hanging out on a Sunday afternoon watching the traffic go by. I found myself looking left and following a car until it passed out of my site on the right. I watched cars pull fill up with gas and wait and wait and wait until traffic passed to get back on the main road. And I watched the Wal-Mart parking lot and those drivers who will wait five minutes to get a parking spot instead of walking an additional 30 seconds from a spot farther from the store. All in all, it was a pretty exciting run (?). At least I didn't let the dog thing get carried away and chase any cars.

I'm making progress on getting back into running shape, although I'm a little frustrated that I'm not greyhound graceful yet (I think I'll be in the hound-dog stage for awhile). I'm up to the 3 minutes walking / 7 minutes running for 30 minutes, and probably will bump that up to 2 minutes / 8 minutes by the end of the week.

If I ran outside, I'd probably be running the entire 30 minutes, but I hate running on treadmills, so the beginner's walking/running split is perfect for breaking up the run-killing treadmill monotony.

A SIDE NOTE: In the past year, I've really improved my weightlifting, especially my benchpress. I'm up to about three sets of 12 repetitions with 225 pounds, so my chest is significantly bigger. So . . . where do I buy a manly bra? I'm not accustomed to running and having to counterbalance bouncing boobs!