Fucking Kittens

It was a nice, cool morning for a run. (for a change) Instead of running through a warm miso soup, I was running through a thin gazpacho. After that initial 5 minutes of 'omg I don't want to do this it's too early arrrgghhhh want to sleeeeeppppp' (which, it seems, is just going to be how things go at 5AM), I was trotting along happily, dragging Logan behind me.
Seriously, he is the worst runner ever. Maybe my pace is so slow that he just can't get in a groove. Also, he likes to chase cats. There are a lot of kittens lounging about at 5:30 in the morning. Usually, I'm pretty on top of it & can dissuade or distract my kitten-curious dog. Today, however, I missed one little black fuzzball that was lounging in the darkness beneath a tree. Logan made a lunge for the cat (which was like half a block away, btw), and I had to get all Firm And Serious on his ass.
Anyway. Even that couldn't tarnish my after-run high.

Today is my push-up reassessment. I'm going to try to move up from sissy push-ups & start the program over with real push-ups. My inspiration is my troupe-mate Misty, who can do push-ups that are outta this world!

I'm sore all over from my activities in the past week. My thighs are still ridiculously sore from the squats we've been doing in Kan Zaman rehearsal. Seems like I need to be practicing them in between rehearsals. My sides & ribs are sore from doing side planks in yoga yesterday, my arms are sore from push-ups. I'm an ouchy, achy mess today... and I love it!