Last night, Dylan and I went for a Couch-2-5k Week 1. We made 2 of the one minute intervals and then quit because Dylan was hurting too badly. This morning I woke up and stretched while still laying in bed, and my quads are burning, but in a good way. I love that muscle fatigue feeling. Just lets you know that you did something right. I felt so good that I stretched and tried another day of Couch-2-5k Week 1. I made it through 4 intervals and stopped again. I was pretty tuckered out but I stopped because I found a little swallow on the side of the road, all huddled up and still alive.
This road is pretty much the main stretch in our neighborhood for people to walk their dogs and there are a few feral cats, so I scooped him up. I think he somehow broke a wing, but he's so small that if a car had hit him, he would have been plastered onto it. Regardless, he can't fly. He's tried to flap, but doesn't make it more than an inch or two off the ground. He didn't flap or peck when I picked him up though. I rather him die because he was destined to while in a warm house, than a cat playing with him, or a someone's dog picking him up like dogs tend to do with injured/dead animals.
Oh well. I'll be doing the 30-day shred later too.
Poor swallow. You just reminded me of what I keep passing by just off the trail I go running on. Unfortunately it isn't a swallow. Ugh. I'll probably end up writing about in my next blog post.
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