Ran with this guy today.
Brixton is 1-2 years old, big head, big boy. He is for adoption at PAWS. He is one of their lucky 13, so adopters name their own adoption fee, which is pretty great. This is his page on their site for more information and to adopt his adorable self.
He was a bit nutty out of the gate and for the first couple miles. He was a little dog reactive, but in a way that reminded me of my dog when i got her. She cried and whined and pulled and just wanted to meet everyone, not fight them. And he seemed the same, just whiny and yelpy. After like 2.5 miles, he was a different dog, calm and in synch. Then when we got back to the shelter after like 4.5 total and went in the yard, he was all gentle and genteel. He actually got tired and went to the gate to go back inside which I have never seen. Such the best headed boy ever and a big lug. I think he just is stuck in a puppy place because no one ever taught him to be a dog, you know? Love him. Will be ready for the full; body workout and sprinting next time with the knowledge that the end is so worth it.
My newest love is so not my type. He is kind of a ginge, short, wiry and kind of spazzy.
He wears weird things and seems to get in the way of progress a lot. He acts crazy when you first meet him, but his personality is actually awesome. I think he is just insecure. I really wasn’t into going out with him, but he was really the only one around. I have no experience with dudes like him and that was fine with me. But seriously. Look at this face.
Zeus, my running partner today (with The Monster Milers), is at the PAWS Spay/Neuter & Wellness Clinic (2900 Grays Ferry- map and directions here) in a little crate. His personality does not fit. He is silly and cute and hilarious. He ran a strong 3 miles and was still so sweet and playful in the yard. He is a little crazed at first, but as soon as I gave him some shoulder & belly rubs (hand shy around the head) he was so into me and the run. I couldn’t get better pictures because he was so completely in my lap and kissing my face. I really love this guy. He is about 1 year old and only 19 little pounds. This is his petfinder page.
He was the hardest to put back in a long time. If anyone can help, please contact PAWS. Here is the page for adoptions, here is the one for fostering. He really needs to get out of that little cage. Or email email@example.com for more info and an application for him. He is like a big dog in a little body. Best.
He is an awesome kisser too….
Unfortunately, my fave of him also includes my thumb….
6.7 miles, around 10 min. Down Catherine to Front, back up Walnut to the park here, Washington Square. Trix wasn’t as scared today, but her fur was still up as soon as she saw it. She got closer and even walked on the edge a little. I tried to “help” her in but there were too many people to risk an animal cruelty call, lol. And she does not appreciate the people doing Tai Chi or whatever. There are gangs doing it down there by the fire. What is with people on that side of Broad? They are insane! And they super hog the sidewalks.
Came back up Locust to see what was going on with the movie. We were too early, only crew setting up and no one in Rittenhouse either. Except the cops. Suddenly the cops are on duty earlier. Not cool 5-0. Not cool. How is the beast supposed to cool off? She dips in and splashes until I see the cop chair start to turn and yank her out. Slick banditas we are, very slick. I think the cop would be most pissed just because he/she had to get up. Evs.
Tomorrow is going to be crazy, up before 5, training (shoes! awesome) 7-9 then I have to go get a pup to run at 10 at PAWS. Come home take out my own monsters and then fall over and die from exhaustion and hunger. Sounds like a plan from hell. I’m just kicking it today, working inside and recovering from the mileage and pushups. The more inner turmoil, the more I need to train (punish) physically. I have a lot to work out this week y’all. Hopefully my body will survive til Sunday.
Pretty sure I nearly died a couple times getting through 3 miles today.
I still evidently wasn’t ready to really workout physically. After weeks off for my ankle and a stomach thing that took way too long, I seriously saw stars a couple times and had insane cramping. I am still very dehydrated and it was bad news. Add that to storms above and 80 degrees and humid at 8 am and I seriously felt like I was going to just collapse. Which is totally possible. My ankle held really strong so that was awesome. Maybe I was just so focused on not collapsing that I didn’t notice? Same story on pushups. It was like my body was so heavy even though I lost a bunch weight. My landlord said I looked emaciated. My high school self totally took that as a compliment. Planks were more like deadwood.
Anyway, I still powered through more than many people do in a week. (I’m self-soothing, so suck it). But being out there was still awesome. I know. That is totally weird and conflicting but just being on the road with music and the beast was so reassuring after what have been a rough couple weeks for me in a bunch of ways. Hopefully now I can get some sleep back and just drink shit tons of water so I can stay back out and rebuild my badassness. (At running!! The rest is in tact, just resting). Hoping also that it will get me some sleep because I am running on very little with disturbing as shit dreams. I am so drained I just got way too excited about a can of peas having a poptop. Can openers are hard work y’all.
But lots of super events coming up, especially excited for my 26.2 mile relay with Team Monster Miler at the end of the month. We have a full team and our shirts are kickass and it is going to be so much fun and a HUGE party at the end. It’s a lot of girls and it just seems like it will be a blast and comforting and reassuring in a time of semi-need.
Still haven’t decided what my next big fall event is, but I am giving it til the end of the month. OHHHHH!!!! My friend asked me to go SHOOTING with her next time she is in Philly. That sounds amazing to me. I hope someone lets me borrow their AK. I have always wanted to shoot a gun. No clue what that says about me but DANGER people. Bitch’s gonna be packing. And I’ve been listening to old school gangsta rap so I am going to rock that motherfucker. Pop pop pop. Rollin in my 6-4.
Running with my pit bull. I was trying to take pictures like some of the Monster Milers do for the shelter dogs. I tried with the pup I ran with yesterday and I suck at it. So I figured I would practice with this beast. Yep- it’s not going great (YET!). Practice, practice. I still have 25 days left of this Runstreak so by the end I’ll probably be stumbling around looking for excuses to slow down anyway.
So, I am used to people being dummies about Trixie, like going into the street or flattening up against buildings to avoid her/us. And I often wonder what they are logically thinking will happen. Like am I going to stop running and let her off her leash and she will then proceed to go attack people that she didn’t even notice? Obviously irrational fears don’t have a logical basis (or any) so I feel like if I stopped and made them think about it maybe they will see how stupid they are. Just kidding! I would never mess up my running groove to talk to someone that would probably just frustrate me.
So today. We turn onto the path and run ahead of this one jogging lady. I went onto the dirt trail to the right, so Trix is all the way to the right of the path. This guy comes up on us, about the same speed and runs like inches behind Trixie and stays right behind her, her tail could have touched him. There was no obvious reason, it was early and no one else was around. So she keeps turning to look at him, like why are you up on me mister? More confused than anything. I finally turned and the guy went to pass and he was like “my wife was attacked by a pit bull when she was pregnant and I am afraid.” It was all I could do not to reply. First of all dude- just GO AROUND. DO NOT TALK. It would be much better. RUN. You are supposed to be running. My dog is on a short leash and it’s a big path.
My first thought about the guy was not nice and referred to him as a sort of feline animal, but way lamer and more of a wuss than an actual cat (why won’t I just say pussy?). And I was glad to have sunglasses on because pretty sure my eyes rolled into my skull. People are so ready to call a dog a pit bull and think they know what that means and how my dog will act that I can’t even take them seriously. Part of me feels bad. Not that bad. Luckily we got off at JFK because I fully intended to tell him I knew what he meant. One time a black person gave me a dirty look and now I am super ascared of all of “them.” Does that sound ridiculous? YES. So did you, mister. Man up for that kid (if it survived!). I would bet one zillion dollars that his wife was not “attacked” but was acting inappropriately with her own (small) dog who was probably a dick. Also that the odds were very good it wasn’t a pit bull but a mixed breed dog from a shelter. So many of these stories are bullshit I can’t take them seriously. My mom just said how shocked she was by that huge pit bull on the news today that was rescued in NY. She was shocked the dog was licking all the rescuers. I was like- WHAT? My dog tries to lick her face off all the time. Why does she expect other dogs like mine to be mean? UGH.
Whatever. I am a little less tolerant when running. It’s hot and I haven’t slept more than a couple hours in a row in weeks. So, maybe I am a little more sensitive or just less able to contain how I really feel. Rampant hormones could be to blame as well (don’t ask- because I don’t know why). But ignorance is tiresome. And I am already very tired and my feet and knee and heel hurt. So just keep your stupid stories to yourself lame ass running guy (probably goes like 5K a week)! Shockingly enough, my dog did not break away from her leash and chase him to viciously attack him. Because she wanted to go splash in the fountain. Scary!
This is Greg, one of the best dogs I’ve ever met. He needs a home.
He needs a home like now. I ran with Greg today for the zillionth time at PAWS (Grays Ferry) with the Monster Milers. This pic is him in Fitler Square today.
I think about him all the time and who I think would be best for him (obsess much- seriously, the only guy I know worth it, lol). He is the best. I have not found one thing wrong with this guy. I love him so much. If I had a bigger house or a yard or something I would have him. He is about 2, pretty well housebroken and knows commands. He is 100% people pleaser and loves everyone, in an appropriately friendly and calmly affectionate way. Greg is so smart but super fun. Today before we even left the shelter he knew which pocket had treats and he made sure he was on that side and when he sat at intersections, he would nose in the direction of that pocket. He loves toys and playing and all other dogs. He is a perfect running or walking partner and just the sweetest boy on the planet. He is almost easier to run with than my own dog because he doesn’t care where you go while she likes to plan her own route.
He is perfect and absolutely adorable. Here are some more pics from other runs and his petfinder link. He is at PAWS (2900 Grays Ferry) Spay/Neuter & Wellness Clinic. http://www.petfinder.com/petdetail/22217538?rvp=1
So funny. All these people running (40,000) and two of the first five articles in the series are people I know. Sunday’s initial installment was about one of my sister’s BFFs (Jaclyn McDonald/McShane) and the charity she (my sister) is on the board of, Jimbo’s Squad (benefits Fox Cancer Center - running like 200 strong this year for the race) started in memory of her father, Jim McDonald.
And today, the Monster Milers! Feel free to donate to either one of these amazing groups, split between both and/or come to the finish line and adopt a running buddy. And notice I was (kind of = not really) mentioned. It says “But 20 members of Carrie’s group will be running and thinking of their training partners.” That’s ME! I think. I mean of course it’s me and 19 others. But I do train with my dog, so it’s me, right? Well, it could be, so I am saying it does. Also, in the story about Jimbo’s Squad, I HAVE that t-shirt they are wearing. This is starting to be all about me. Oh, and charity!
Somehow, I inadvertently stopped strength training. And yoga. Not a great idea.
#1 I am having HUGE problems with my hip flexors. They are super weak and it feels very weird. I can’t get comfortable to sit or work. It’s like any time they are engaged, it feels all weird and wonked. I can only blame it on lack of sleep/rest. I don’t think my abs are that weak with all the work I do, and I can’t think of any other reason they feel so weird.
#2 I am not happy with my hamstrings. This is just vanity. I feel like they are almost straight and I do not work this hard for straight lazy looking hamstrings.
Reason: At some point I stupidly stopped all of my therapy and strength training (every other day). And I used to do yoga balancing poses every day. Somehow no other problems have manifested except I had to start wearing my knee brace again.
So today, in addition to running my 18th mile of the week (my week starts Sunday) and doing the pushup challenge, I started back on the strength and yoga train too. By some stroke of luck, I can still get into my natarajasana. At least this high (see pic). Anyway, it’s the best thing for the hip flexors. The rest of my balance is not that great, which is weird, but as long as I can start off with my favorite, I am good. But to do all of this every day? I have to get up earlier? Ugh.
Tomorrow I am semi-taking off. We are going to run with the pups tomorrow at PAWS with the Monster Milers. We skipped last week, so I am dying for some pups. I figure it’s an easy 3-4 miles, but it’s super stop and go, no hills and I like to let them stop and say hi to whomever. It’ll keep me outside and moving, but not really a loggable (yep- that’s a word) mile run. And I found out my sister signed up for orientation with the Milers! So proud. She’ll be going to the STAR shelter! Yay!
Rudy is the little girl I ran with today from PAWS and with the Monster Milers. She is a dreamy silly monkey with some crazy mange. She runs like a prancey pony and likes to touch her partner like once every other block. She was turned into ACCT in December because of her demodex (non-contagious mange). PAWS pulled her and she was in foster care, but her playfulness wasn’t sitting well with the house dogs and her manginess was getting worse (stress? frustration?). So, she is now at PAWS’ Grays Ferry location. She is sweet and loving and in desperate need of attention. She seriously kept in touch with me and was licking and loving on me for the whole 4 miles we ran/walked/jogged. A little scared in the city, she hit my legs a few times, but otherwise was just curious and super friendly. And laid back, they gave me that jacket for her because she has no fur and it has pants. She let me put in on with no problem and seemed to not notice it at all. She did not want me to leave and I didn’t want to put her away, she’s charmingly pathetic.
RUDY needs to go to foster care to get better and she likes people, dogs, etc. I think she is going to be a gorgeous red girl in no time with the right care and environment. She knows some commands and responds very easily to any kind of voice encouragement (more so than treats even). Basically, any positive reinforcement with touching or praising works wonders with this munchkin of love. Meds will be provided. Here is her Petfinder with contact info. Also, here is the PAWS website w/more details about adopting and fostering….