It is Official...

I am back on the work-out wagon.  I had fallen off and then backtracked, but I have caught up and am now sitting comfortably on it.

Okay, so not really.  Maybe I can say that next week, but today is the first day back on the wagon.

My goal for the next 8 weeks is to hit 90% of my work-outs (I have 11 schedule every week, plus one that is not scheduled, but I am going to try today) and ride my bike to work every day I can.  I have certain days that I have to go places at lunch or right after work or that I don't have work, so I am not going to ride those days, but I should be able to get about 30 rides in or average 3.75 rides per week.

Why am I going full bore again?  Well, I will tell you.  I have gained weight, a lot of weight! I am not at my highest or even close, but I am closer than I would like to be, so I am going to get back with it.

In addition to the extra lbs, I have two tri's coming up and I am not ready!! AND after that, I have my trail runs, but for now, I am just focusing on the next 8 weeks.

Wish me luck! I will need encouragement, but not candy...

The Anti-Nova

So I have told most everyone this story, but every time I think about it I shake my head.

On Wednesday, I was pulling up to my house to eat lunch and I see Nova in my front yard. So I was like "CRAP THE GATE BLEW OPEN!" And my first instinct was to honk my horn, Nova knows my car, so I figured it I called attention to myself, she would run towards me. Well, that sent her running, so I rolled down the window and yelled "NOVA!" and she ran faster. SO then I am thinking, that maybe she just wants to explore or didn't hear me (because I am so quiet). My next move was to pull over, grab my purse and go after her, thinking that when she saw me she would run back, so not the case, she TOOK off.

For the next mile, I alternate between yelling and sprinting to catch up. OH and did I mention that I was in flip-flops? I end up taking them off pretty quick and then had to carry them and run barefoot. After multiple close calls, I finally catch up (seriously a mile later) and say her name and she looks at me and I think "sh*t, that is not Nova!". So yes, I spent a MILE chasing some random dog that was Nova's body double and I have the blisters to prove it.

Now for those of you who know Nova, know that she is the most codependent dog EVER. Seriously. She rarely leaves my side and if she does, she is always within seeing distance. We have gone hiking with other dogs that ran all over the place, but she was always within 30 feet of me and checked in every 20 seconds. And other times that the gate has blown open she has been in my backyard, though occasionally she does run west from my house down the dead end to eat the cat food a lady puts out for the strays, but never does she run from me. So I think I was just so shocked that she would run from me that I went mental. And now when I think about it, I think why didn't I just look at the porch, because I am sure she was up there with her feet on the railing looking over the fence to why I was screaming her name like a lunatic.

Silly dog! But I am glad it wasn't my pup. I was getting really really really mad and was ready to blow. Plus, I don't need that kind of rejection from the neediest dog ever!

Oh and when I finally saw that it wasn't Nova, the dog ran again and I thought about going after it to find the owner, but then it crossed 700 East and looked at me smugly from the other side, and I thought "meh, not my problem, I am going home to my pup". So yes, I left it on the run. But honestly, by that point my feet hurt so bad, I knew there was no way I could go another mile after a dog that didn't want to be caught. Plus, I didn't want to explain to my boss that I was going to be late from lunch, because I had rescued a dog. Again.