Summary: I had spent the weekend at my friends lake house in South 
Haven, Michigan and had to joggle on unfamiliar country back roads. It was great fun! Seeing new scenery, going up hills, and running on different surfaces can help keep your workouts inspired. But traveling can sometimes lead to unexpected problems, like this one.
I was up before all my traveling companions and got ready to go joggling. Unfortunately, my Gballz were locked in the garage and I didn’t want to wake anyone up to get a key. No juggling balls = end of joggling streak.
After some quick thinking, I went up to my room and found my trusty rubber chicken. I just need 2 more things to make a juggling set. Then I went outside and looked around the tranquil lake property. “What to juggle,” I wondered. The answer was on the ground in the form of a few large rocks that were laid to make a walking path.
I picked up two rocks that were about the size and weight of my juggling bags. I threw the chicken in the air and started joggling. The first drop came about 30 seconds into the run. I smiled as I wasn’t used to dropping so quickly after starting. There were many drops the rest of the way but it was a fun challenge. The chicken was more like juggling a club and the rocks just didn’t fly with the same precision as my juggling balls.
I’d like to report that by the end of my workout I was proficient at juggling the rocks and chicken, but I can’t. I was dropping at the end just as much as at the beginning. But it did occur to me that my old idea of doing a marathon while juggling 3 rubber chickens might be a reachable task. Maybe I’ll do it in the Philadelphia marathon. Did I mention I was running that one? I am.
Weather: 77 F, slightly cloudy
Distance: *2.8 miles – approximate
Time: 7:17 am
Run time: 20:58
Listening to: Stuff You Should Know podcast
Weight: ? lbs
Drops: +12
Condition: Felt a bit sore, weak
Shoes: Mizunos – 266 miles
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that’s too funny. I bet you were a sight, juggling a chicken…
Wes – I had more than a few cars honk at me as I joggled by with my rubber chicken