April marks Sam's 18th month of life.....and it also marks the time I can finally start taking her with me on my shorter runs.
So that's exactly what I did this morning.
I haven't run for two weeks. Sad, but true. So what better way to get myself back into the spirit of things, then to take a beast that can run 12 times as fast as me....with two of her legs tied behind her back???
(No animals were harmed.......)
Between her in her bright orange pheasant hunting vest, and me in my bright orange Saucony running coat....we made quite the pair.
Running with a 75 pound dog, who has never officially "run" on a leash, is an experience.
The first 1/4 mile was showing her that, no, I can't run as fast as you want me to go. And yes, you do you have to stay by my side. And no, that bunny doesn't want to play. And lastly, when I trip over you yelling "right turn, right *&^%ing turn"...that means turns right for crying out loud.
Because I've read you're supposed to break a dog into running the same way you would with a person, we only went a short mile and a half journey, but I think it was enough for the first day. By the time we got back, she was getting used to running at my pace and we were both soaking wet.
Yep, it was raining on top of it all.
I hope to get her to the point where I can get a leash that goes around my waist. I'd like to have my right arm back. I felt a little off-kilter running without both of my arms swinging normally.
I've always wanted a dog who would wake me up in the morning by bringing me her leash.
I'll roll over, smile, and pet her on the head. As I'm stretching, the yellow glow of sunlight will shine down on my blonde hair. I'll savor the aroma of fresh brewing coffee, and birds chirping outside the window.
I blame this on too many Folgers Coffee commercials as a child.
Happy Tuesday everyone!
(1.52 miles, 10:56 overall average pace)