Sunday Run-Day

Something remarkable has been slowly happening here in Dallas, TX.

I have waited eighteen months for this.

Brooklyn officially ran her first half marathon! Not only did she finish, but she set a steady pace and helped me finish strong! I am so very proud of her! She is fulfilling her role as my running partner and body guard just splendidly.

This was a practice run for my upcoming half. Mary Anna and I set out very early this morning; we parked two miles out from the lake to extend our route to the full 13.1 miles. Due to busyness and rainy weather, Brooklyn rested the last two days. Needless to say, she was thrilled to be outside and on the run again.

Brooklyn is so easy to run with. She never pulls anymore (except when when she sees the occasional cat or squirrel!), and she keeps pace with me intuitively. Today she was always two steps ahead of me, never giving me the option to slow down. Not pulling, but not stopping to smell the roses either! This was especially helpful when we ran into challenges like this on mile ten:

Yes, to a Florida girl, this constitutes a hill (and a good-size one at that!)

After conquering the lake trail, we had a final two miles back to the car. All I had to say was, "Find the car," and Brooklyn instantly picked up speed. She was on a mission at the end of our run, which is why our last mile was a speedy 8:18. Way to go, Brooklyn!

"You slow pokes coming?!"

Every great run ends in a great recovery meal. Since it was Mary Anna's birthday (we ran half her age, by the way!), we had planned to meet Tyler at...you guessed it: Company Cafe. The Sammich and I met once again, and this time my eggs were scrambled. Not that a little yolk would have hurt this hair too badly.

13.1 miles: 1:51:30

Makin' me look good :)

This picture is from last week's patio visit to CC. Can you tell I love my Brookies?

I am thrilled that we can enjoy my favorite hobby together! I loved every step today, and I only wish she could be with me at the official race. Seems a waste to run that far and not wear out the Weimaraner...