It's All About Compromise

I am done wiht comps and today should be the beginning of a wonderful and lazy summer. Unfortunately, its not. I need to do research for a meeting I have on Monday, in which my reserach partner and I have to basically create an entire survey, write a whole paper and make all of these other documents in order to meet some upcoming deadlines. I have other research to do for a meeting on Tuesday. Then the phone rang and its the professor who teaches the main session of the course I am teaching in the fall (I am the alternate section, his class has 400, mine has 50). I ignored it! I am not ready to think about fall :( But then I realized he is going to make me meet him on campus, and I already have to be there on Mon and Tues...so if I dont call hime back today odds are he is going to make me go there a third day to meet him. This is summer? Hmmm....

While I was working on some research, a friend called and said she had an extra ticket to the Sox vs Cubs game today (a big inter-league rivalry) and wanted me to go. Not only do I have to get this work done, but I am worried about doing anything dumb the day before a run. Since she was going with a bachelorrette party, I didnt think I would be very fun - not being able to drink or eat anything. So I said no. And here I am, working on my research and feeling sorry for myself. Poor me!

Training Log
Time:  25 min 59 sec  Distance:2.51 miles   Pace:  10:21min/mi
I thought today was supposed to be a 20 minute run, so I had it in my head that I was going to bring Wrigley. I looked it up and saw it was supposed to be 30, but since I already planned on bringing her I decided to give it a shot. I mapped out a three mile run, took her out to take care of business, and we headed out. She was dragging behind me the whole way, like it was the hardest thing she had ever done in her entire life. I first want to note that this dog is very dominant - she insists on walking ahead of us at all times, will push us down to pass us on the stairs, and squeezes through the tiniest crack in a door just to enter first. So running behind someone is quite unlike her character. The whole run I had to keep trying to motivate her by telling her "good girl!" and "you can do it!". It wasnt working. Toward the end she started "fake peeing" ... pretending to pee just so she could stop for a second. She wanted to quit, and I wanted to keep going. So we compromised - I cut about 1/2 mile off our run and we headed home for some time in the sprinkler.

After playing in the sprinkler, she settled down for a nap while I studied. She woke up and asked for her dinner. Although she asked at 2:30 and she doesn't normally eat until 3, I fed her. She lives a rough life. She is now back to her nap and I am back to work. All is right with the world.
Progress Made

• I officially am in better shape than my dog

Lessons Learned

• Its official, Wrigley is not a "runners dog"