Saturday was a travel day to Punta Cana, Dominican Republic for a family vacation and has taken thermo-regulation to new heights. Training continues, but in 88 degrees and 95% humidity.
Today, the goal was to run for 2 hrs on flat terrain inserting a 1 min walk after every 10 min. I couldn't see doing laps around Club Med so I ventured outside the secure gates at 6:30am and blended in perfectly with the lush surroundings wearing my Rudy Project sunglasses, bright orange Under Armour shirt, 2XU tri shorts, and brand new Saucony running shoes with bright orange soles and bottoms. American alert!
The first 1:20 was pretty good. I ran along a nice stretch of road and found a beautiful golf club to run around. At 1:21, however, I was greeted by 2 nasty ass canines intent on having me for breakfast. I had been attacked by 2 Doberman's when I was younger and I recall being told not to run away but to stare the dogs down as they get really insecure. Somehow, I managed to dial that tidbit up just before my ankles got chewed off and...it friggin' worked. I continued on my way while looking for something to club them with just in case. Of course, I just so happened to be running on the only stretch of land that was manicured every hour on the hour. And, of course, my 2 pals were waiting for me. I reenacted my stare down contest, won handily, and then headed back with 30 minutes to go.
I survived Cujo1 and Cujo2, but couldn't dodge the ankle pain, foot discomfort, and leg throbbing that simultaneously latched onto me. I semi-hobbled the last 10 min of the 12.25 mi run and bee-lined it directly into the ocean leaving a trail of clothing in my wake.
Icing the ankle, popping Advil, and hoping the swelling goes down in time for my next run.
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