Running Very Fast
Last night, Matt and I headed out for a six mile run. We weren’t sure if we would go six or seven, as it all depended on how many little humans might be in the baseball field and we feel kind of silly running around the loop several times if they are there. Turns out, there were kids, but there was also a killer dog … that dog determined it would only be six miles! He actually wasn’t a killer dog, he was a very friendly boisterous dog who didn’t want to heel with his owner, he wanted to run with us. That happens a lot.
Anyway, when we were about 9:28 into our run, I glanced at my Garmin to see how fast I was going and how much further until I reached one mile. I always think I am going to stop to walk at mile one, but I usually keep going. 
The Garmin indicated that I was already at one mile. Whoo Hoo. Except … not really. We were more like at .75. I don’t know what happened, but the Garmin was obviously infected by a virus.
I actually enjoyed the malfunctioning mileage counter. I loved seeing how fast I was accumulating the miles. Normally, this only happens in my imagination. But I had concrete, er, electronic proof that I was a speedy little runner last night.
According to my Garmin, I ran 9.78 miles in 1:14:15. Oh how I only wish. I really only went 6.2. But I can still enjoy pretending.
And speaking of killer animals, yesterday Hallie insisted on coming down to the main living quarters. She was down here for about 45 minutes, and encountered several cats. Nobody picked on her, but they were all curious, therefore, they were not ignoring her. Nobody got into a fight. However, when she was ready to return to her suite, Cole was standing next to it, staring her down. He at the top of the stairs, she on the landing. Just staring at each other. Neither seemed stressed though. I don’t know who would have won, as I ended it but picking up Cole and locking him in the bathroom so that the poor girl could get upstairs and settle down.
After our run and dinner, I attempted to finish the baby blanket I am working on. I had sewn the sides together earlier, however, I had decided to use 1″ seams instead of the 1/2″ as determined by the pattern and, as any one who has any mathematical inclination can tell you (which is obviously not me), the sides were too short. So I just finished up ripping them apart to make according to the original directions. Note to self: Cut bigger pieces of fabric if you want larger seams!