I went for a run yesterday. 5.02 km at 41:27. The Nike iPod thingie tells me this burned 376 calories.I have flat feet from an unfortunate sojourn in the infantry. I also haven't run for months, since serious shin splints started making my life hell.
This time I was more circumspect, walking when I was feeling stressed and running when I felt good to go. Tierce was running with me.
Running with Tierce must account for a few more calories burned than normal. He is not the ideal dog to run with; he likes running ahead and pulling on the lead, stopping only when I roar profanity at him. Or, he decides to pee - waiting, of course, until he comes to the end of his leash and jerks me out of stride.
We also practice "mindful running" where I am mindful of where rabbits are likely to be so Tierce doesn't gut me when he charges after them (I have a flexi-lead waist band). I am also aware of where Tierce and the leash are in regards to cyclists and other runners, so he does not clothesline anyone while I'm blissfully rocking out to the music du jour or my collection of Librivox ghost tales.
At some point I'm going to whip a measuring tape around me (glad to put it off another day), but I really have to get away from the computer and spend an hour or so lifting weights so I can stop putting it off.
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