I developed keen eyes for dogs these days. It seems every time I go out for a run on our county roads, there is a dog lurking behind a bush, car, tree, or house. They love to harass runners. I've become familiar with one little dog on my long runs. Just today I went on a 12 mile run and he was waiting for his sneak attack. I saw him from a distance and caught his eye, before he did his guerrilla warfare. I finally have figured out his tactics, and he was ticked and disappointed with me. Poor little guy...
Today was a tough run, especially in the midst of a 21 Daniel-fast. I felt very weak in the last few miles. It made me wonder what Daniel might have eaten for breakfast to keep his strength. Oh well, at least I was quick enough to dodge the mutt.
I am in my 7th week of training and it has been a really amazing time. I can't wait to cross the finish line in May. But until then I will keep singing "who let the dogs out" as I run.
