>3 miles today
>I was worried about running today. I believe I got stung on the bottom of my foot by something Sunday night. Really, it’s a funny story, and has nothing to do with running, but I’ll share anyway …..
We have two miniature donkeys and a pygme goat. Inside a chain link fence on 3 sides and barbed wire and small square wire on the 4th. And a hook in the hole on the gate latch so they can’t get out. But the goat has uprooted the bottom of the fence in several areas so she can get out and graze when she wants. Well, last week one of the donkeys figured out how to get out. Not back in …. but she liked getting out. So my stepdad fixed 2 of the 3 sides of chain link fence. Not sure why he didn’t check the 3rd side …… Anyway, Sunday night I’m doing my mom’s and my toes. It’s 10pm and we’re allllmost done. Stepdad comes in, mom sent him to see if the donkey was out. And she was. But he didn’t come back in and tell us, he thought he’d get her back in. But she doesn’t know him. He doesn’t know how they think and react to things. So …. he proped the gate open and the other donkey and the goat escaped. Yeah, hard to believe, but they did!
Anyway, it’s DARK, and the donkeys are brown! Mom and I take off to find them. We have 6 acres, and the neighbors around us have at least that. They were at least 2 yards away. The good news is, they stick together. But every time we got close, even with treats, they’d freak out. Eventually, when they’d really worn themselves out, mom called the goat, and shook the treat bucket and the goat came running. She is a treat hound!!! The donkeys are, too, and so they came after they saw the goat getting treats. We were able to hook the donkeys (never can hook the goat, she just goes where the donkeys go) and led them back to their pen.
All this, and I was barefoot. Didn’t realize anything happened until Monday afternoon at work. I had socks and tennis shoes on. (Sometimes I need to wear shoes) and I had to take the shoe off and roll the sock to my toes and itched my foot like crazy. Then realized I had a bump. And a stick or something. At first I thought it might be a splinter, but now I believe I got stung by something.
Glad I was able to run. Ran with music. And by myself. Mom was around, but she didn’t run with me. So, I’m learning to run by myself. Which is a really good thing! Pretty sure I’ll be running my half marathon by myself, so that’s how I want to train. Mom will be running it, too, but she’s just faster than I am!